#put this man in a forest and he'll go :D

[peachypinkygloss]

what's wrong and right — pjm

Your two bodies make one, you complete each other and if one piece is missing, nobody can continue to live normally. So when a fight shreds your couple apart, the worst happens and his true nature comes out.

♡⃛ Pairing: Jimin x Fem!Reader

♡⃛ Genre: established relationship, smut, angst

♡⃛ Word count: 10.7k

♡⃛ Warnings: 90% is smut :D, messy story that only makes sense to me but whatever bcs it's pwp, consensual non-consent, role-play such as kidnapping & pseudo incest, non-con to a certain extent, brief mention of eating disorders, jimin is the sweetest bf, ig he could be considered a yandere but I won't say he is because I don't want to, fluffy stuff, short break up that only exists to create make-up sex, jimin realizes things..., dom jimin/sub reader, unprotected sex, use of the word r*pe in an erotic context, sex tapes (this aspect was supposed to be explained but just go along with it for now), dd/lg, praising & light degradation, clit stimulation, oral (f & m), cum eating, unrealistic amount of cum *cough*.

A.N.: Check this before reading the fic, please. Kind reminder to be mature and avoid the content you don't like. 🫶🏻 Thank you my baby @trulythv for reading it first 👀 and for thirsting over this crazy man with me who I like to call the best bf ever🕺

Playing: Sometimes - Mattyeux & Princess Chelsea ,, Cent fois - Alice et Moi ,, Can't Help Myself - Alexandra Savior.

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Looking at you through the rear mirror, Jimin smiles. You're so pretty. He really loves you, he loves his beautiful girlfriend. Your eyes are shut, long lashes gracing your under eyes. He can't see your lips, but it doesn't take away your beauty, no, you're so much prettier like that.

He looks back in front of him, pushing on the brake pedal with his foot as the car comes to a halt. He likes the spot he found; away from the city, far into the forest. He can be alone with you with no risk of someone falling upon the both of you.

He opens the driver's door and gets out of his truck, walking around it to come to your side. He pulls on the door's handle, revealing your little body lying down on the black leather seats. The corners of his lips are lifted up when he sees you and he grips your tied up ankles, bringing you closer to the edge of the seat.

He sits you up and you seem a little bit dizzy, but it's normal since you've just woken up from a quick nap. He then carefully removes the grey tape that is covering your mouth, making sure to not hurt you.

"Hi, baby," he whispers, smiling when you blink up and look at him. "How are you feeling?" He asks in a pouty voice, babying you, and it makes you feel safe, cared for.

"Tired..." You respond and your body feels sore. Jimin understands, this was a quite long car ride and laying down on the back seats doesn't seem really comfortable.

"Oh, sweetheart, I know. I'm sorry," he apologizes, taking you in his arms. He embraces you in a warm hug and you nuzzle your face in the crook of his neck, sniffing the pleasant odour of his cologne.

He lets you go and takes out his phone from his front pocket, unlocking it to access the camera app. He puts his phone down on the truck's floor, leaning it against the bottom of the seats, facing the exterior. He'll let the door open so the camera can capture everything that will happen outside.

He starts the recording, which means you have to be in characters. One arm under your knees and the other around your waist, he picks you up easily. You whine softly when your butt leaves the seat, watching where Jimin is bringing you.

There are trees and a lake ahead of you. He decides to put you down just in front of the first tree that is right in the angle of the camera. He kneels before you and grips your knees, pulling your legs apart. Your feet stay together since they are attached to each other.

He sees your white panties with flower patterns on them, your skirt lifted up over your plushy thighs. Jimin licks his lips, the sight of your core making him hungry.

"Please, don't..." You squeak when his fingers travel your inner thigh, almost reaching your clothed pussy. They're cold, adorned in chunky silver rings, veins pulsing along his strong arm.

He glances up at you as you beg for him to do something he doesn't intend to do at all. He smiles, still caressing your soft skin with his fingertips. He smirks, eyes glinting with malice in them.

"Jimin," you whisper his name, as if to reason him, to beg again for something he can't promise. "Don't hurt me."

His smile expands. "I would never," he whispers back, bending down to reduce the gap separating your two bodies. His lower half settles between your legs, he places his lips beside your ear. "Never hurt you," he affirms and when he backs away to look at your face, your eyes are filled in water.

He puts a palm over your cheek, caressing softly, swiping his thumb under your eye which causes a tear to fall down. He observes you for a minute, the singing of the birds and the quiet flow of the lake filling up the silence. You cry quietly, crumpling his white t-shirt between your fists. You need to have him against you, despite yourself.

He makes some space between him and your legs, griping you by the calves to lift them up. He takes his time to run his hands over your exposed skin, groping the meaty flesh of your thighs. He then focuses on your ankles and carefully unties the knot that attaches them together.

He gets rid of the rope, throwing it away on the ground. Free from any restrain, Jimin can part your legs wider, spread them how he likes it. Bend in half, that's how he prefers because he has your beautiful cunt on full display for him to play with.

He pushes your thighs over to your chest and normally you would hold them up, but you can't right now, so Jimin does it for you. Hands behind your knees, legs in the air, he places his clothed bulge against your pulsing core. You shudder, so close to him, yet so far to be connected with him.

"So perfect for me, just the right size..." He praises, looking down between your legs where he rubs his crotch against yours. "You were made for me, this is how it should be," he blathers, his voice a little husky, a little desperate. "Just me and you, baby." He says, the only thing he can really promise.

He slides his hand down your thigh, feeling all the goosebumps that travel your skin. Your stomach twists and your mouth hangs open, watching Jimin play with you. Shaking the toy in front of your eyes to lure you in the game.

You gasp when he suddenly hooks his fingers under the band of your panties and roughly strips you off of them. But he leaves them around your ankles, the flimsy material hanging around them. He keeps a hand under your thighs to hold them up, pushing them over your stomach so your pussy can be accessible to him.

He licks his lips before touching your clit with his middle finger, making you flinch, his cold skin contrasting with your own that is burning hot. He passes his digit through your folds, feeling how wet you are already. His cock hardens in his pants and he can't wait to free himself to fuck you senseless on the ground, in the middle of the woods, a camera filming your entire intercourse.

He brings some of your arousal to your clit, making this more pleasurable for you. He pinches your bud of nerves between his thumb and index finger, pulling on it gently and toying with it. You squirm around and whine, which annoys Jimin.

"Behave," he scolds and sends you a hard glare. He pinches it harshly and you try not to move a muscle, but it's complicated with your clit trapped between his fingers.

You sob, throwing your arms over your head, gripping the grass to refrain yourself from reacting to his touch on your private parts. He plays with your sensitive bud a bit more, occasionally sliding a skillful finger through your slicks.

Finally, Jimin presses a finger on your clit and moves his digit from side to side to stimulate it. He moves it quickly, eliciting soft moans from you. He's concentrating on his task as he looks at your pussy intently, seeing how much wetter you are now.

"Ah! Minnie, stop it!" You cry out, pulling on the grass, keeping your legs up even if you yell for him to stop. He won't and you know it.

"Shh, pretty baby. It's okay," he reassures you, but the tingles he creates in your body are so strong, you can't ignore them. You tremble underneath him, arching your back as you roll your eyes. The pleasure of sex and the lust it brings you will always be stronger than you.

Jimin is very pleased, licking his lips obscenely, watching you fall apart just from a simple flick of his finger on your poor little clit. And then your orgasm shoots through you, making you moan and juts your hips upwards.

"That's it, sweetheart, just let it go..." He encourages you with sweet words and you feel dizzy, much more than before when Jimin picked you up in his arms. "Such a good girl," he purrs, caressing your thighs to soothe you while you get down from your high, pussy clenching around nothing.

He takes off your panties from around your ankles, stuffing them in his back pocket to not get them dirty. Your legs fall down on the ground, shaking slightly, recovering from your clitoral orgasm. You whine softly and fight to keep your eyes open, perceiving Jimin reaching for his zipper.

The sound makes you shiver, heart beating incredibly fast and mind fuzzy, filled with white clouds. You pull on your wrists, a strong desire of touching him, of touching your lover going through you, but you can't, unfortunately.

"I'm going to fuck you, m'kay, baby?" He announces while looking down at his crotch, lowering his pants down his thighs. He palms his bulge before lifting his gaze up to you. "Be a good girl for me," he orders, and finally frees his cock out of his briefs.

You've seen it so many times before, yet this moment still makes you flustered. Jimin is really imposing and this isn't to displease you at all. He strokes himself a couple of times, spreading his pre-cum over his length and looking at you with so much desire it makes you shudder with all your being.

He aligns his cock with your entrance, swiping his tip through your wet folds, mixing his pre-cum with your natural arousal. You let a moan out of your mouth and open your legs wider for him. He growls at that, gripping your plushy thigh and sinking his nails into your skin. He leaves small crescent forms all over your flesh, a sign of his passing on you, a sign of property.

"This had to happen, sweetheart..." He tells you while he pushes in slowly, your pussy expanding as he forcefully enters you. You gasp, blinking to let the tears fall from your eyes down to your cheeks. "I'd like to say that I'm sorry, but- fuck," he curses when he's all the way in, your walls contracting around him. "I'm really not."

Your stomach tightens at that, body reacting to his words despite your will not to. He stays still, thighs trembling a little bit from the pleasure. He looks like he's in total bliss, blond strands of hair dangling in front of his sweet eyes, pupils fully dilated.

He locks your legs behind his back and you whine, the movement making him penetrate you deeper until his balls touch your ass. He whimpers and holds you against him, never letting you go even if you don't want to.

He leaves his mouth open so it's easier to breathe and he frowns, creating a crease between his soft brows. The first thrust makes him curse under his breath and you cry out quietly, keeping your eyes locked with his. He collides his hips against yours with force, your boobs bouncing on your chest from the harsh stroke.

He starts fucking you, entering and exiting your hole at a regular pace. "Ah, shit," he hisses, gripping your hips harder. "Your pussy feels so good, baby," he compliments, completely thrown away by the pleasure.

"Minnie," you cry, reaching for his t-shirt and pulling on it to have him against you. He groans at your neediness, mind clouded with you only. He sticks his chest to yours, feeling your perky nipples against him.

He takes a hold of your jaw, boring his eyes into yours while he pounds his dick in your pussy until both of your skin turn sore and hurt. He touches your neck with his lips, then leaves wet and warm kisses all over your face. Finally, he connects his plump lips with yours, stealing your breath away and muffling your moans.

You whine into the feverish kiss you're sharing with Jimin, feeling so overwhelmed by his hip thrusts. Unfortunately, he has to break the kiss, but he stays over you, breathing onto your face. His hand shifts to your neck, slowly enclosing your throat with his fingers. The cool feeling of his rings makes more goosebumps appear on your skin.

"Mmh... you like this, don't you?" He questions and you blink up at him, whining as a response. "I know you would, baby," he growls back, pecking your jaw and the side of your neck. "Know you'd like me to rape this pretty pussy..." He mewls into your ear and another wave of heat travels your body.

Your tears make your vision fuzzy and you decipher Jimin's face with difficulty, but you sense his presence really clearly, him using you as a way to release himself and his build-up frustration. You scrunch his t-shirt between your fists, knowing that this is your boyfriend and that you desire him as much as he desires you.

"Y-Yes, Minnie, I like it," you breathe out and he feels your throat vibrate under his palm. You whine when he gives you a particularly hard thrust that goes deeply into your guts, his cock reaching your sweet spot that makes you see stars.

He starts to get rougher, reaching for his high rather than enjoying as long as he can the feeling of your walls clenching around him. He likes the current situation, you tied up under him and creaming his cock, but you can't stay here much longer.

"Shit, baby," he curses and he bites down on his lip, tilting his head down to look where your two bodies connect. He lifts your skirt over your belly, revealing your pretty cunt to him. "So good for me, so helpless and dumb..." Seeing his dick pounding into your messy pussy makes his cock twitch into you, encouraging him to go even harder, literally destroying you from the inside.

He pins your wrists over your head again and his hand on your neck changes places, fumbling your breast in his palm. Your eyes roll back into your skull and you arch your back, the air becoming constricted, Jimin's own breath fanning across your face and yours hitting his cheek.

Your face feels hot, your breath is heavy and every touch is overwhelming, sending you into a wave of pleasure. His cock sliding in your pussy and brushing against your walls turn you brainless, to a point where you can't form any intelligent thoughts other than ones about Jimin. Your mind is filled with him as well as your cunt, him, the only thing you want.

You moan as the knot in your stomach tightens and he growls as he feels your pussy sucking in him. "I love you, Jimin, please..." You cry in pleasure, words of affection the only thing you can think of right now. "Love you," you repeat quietly and he forces himself to look back at you, seeing the beautiful pearls falling over your cheekbones, sliding down the side of your face.

His heart melts, soft eyes meeting yours and he smiles sweetly at you. No matter how much he wants to destroy your little body and mark it as his, showing to everybody that you're his property, your desperation will always make him weak.

"I love you too, sweetheart," he says back, not hesitating to show you his love. "I love my pretty baby so much." He kisses your neck, trailing his plushy lips over your shivering skin, leaving feathery kisses all over you. He hides his face in the crook of your neck while he drives his dick into you, leading the both of you closer to orgasm.

He likes control, but he likes even more the fact that you love giving it to him because you trust Jimin, your boyfriend. This is how it goes, how it's supposed to be. You submitting to him, agreeing to leave all of your problems behind to be taken care of by him. This is how you want it, how you need it.

"Together, please," you request and you feel him smiling against your neck, butterflies erupting in your belly. "Minnie," you insist and his hips go slower.

He raises his head and hovers above you. "My pretty baby wants to cum with me?" He teases and you nod repeatedly, pouting. "That's what you want, yeah?" He tilts his head to the side, eyes glinting mischievously, but also lovingly. He can't help finding your neediness cute and attractive, especially when he's supposed to take advantage of you.

"Yes, wanna cum with you, please, Jimin..." You whine, but you know he'll do what you're asking him for.

"Of course, baby," he agrees, even though he had no intention in refusing you. "Of course..." He says again in a whisper, sneaking his hand between your bodies, reaching your engorged and pulsating clit.

You gasp when his rough digit finds your sensitive bud of nerves, immediately moving it from side to side. He regains his pace rapidly, playing with your puffy clit while he fucks his cock into you to get himself off as well. You moan softly, his favourite sound at this point, and tightens your thighs around his waist.

Since you're very aroused, your orgasm is really near and it doesn't take much that you already feel it coming at full speed. You clench around him and buck your hips upwards, everything becoming messier and louder.

The sound of his balls slapping against your ass accompanies your whines and his grunts, forgetting the sole purpose of your intercourse; playing for the camera. But it's not much of a matter anymore when all you can think about is his girth drilling into your hole like you're nothing but a sexual object for him to use.

Jimin doesn't think about it either, fucking you in the forest like it's a recurrent occasion. Playing with the illusion of taking something he's not allowed to, doing an act completely selfish, yet you're letting him to, so how wrong is it?

"Close... I'm close," you warn Jimin, squirming under him because the stimulation is too strong, you can't stay in place. You pull on your wrists, frustrated you can't hold onto him.

He feels his balls tightening and he's close too. "Me too, baby, fu-uck," he responds, toying with your clitoris, moving his finger as fast as he can so you can have your orgasms at the same time. "Ready to cum for me? Hm?"

You hum in affirmation, nodding your head along. He nuzzles your neck again, kissing your flesh lovingly as you hear his moans against your ear. The last strand holding you back finally breaks and you cum, shaking like a leaf under him. You cry out his name, helplessly trying to hold onto something, only finding the grass to grip on.

It's then that Jimin quickly follows you, thighs trembling as he ejaculates deep into your cunt. His cock twitches a couple of times, painting your walls white in his seeds. "Fuck, baby," he groans, his hot breath hitting the side of your face.

Little droplets fall from his tip when he pulls out and he strokes himself briefly to milk his cock dry. You feel his hot cum dripping down from your pussy as you still clench repeatedly from your previous orgasm, pulse beating really fast.

Jimin watches his cum falling out of you and he picks it up by sliding his mushroom head through your folds, collecting the white substance on it. He pushes his head back in slightly, making you whimper in overstimulation.

He straddles your body and settles over your chest, his cock hovering over your face. You open your mouth and lick the remains off his pretty penis, slowly softening in his hand. He pats your hair appreciatively, smiling as you're doing a good job at cleaning the mess he made.

"Good girl... Such a good, pretty girl," he praises and you bat your eyelashes at him innocently. He glances toward the truck where his phone is still recording then back at you. "What about we head home now, hm? You deserve to relax, you must be really tired."

He gets off of you, zipping himself back up before untying your hands and helping you stand up on your wobbly legs. He kisses you on the lips and replaces your hair in place, even though it stays a mess.

"Yes, good idea."

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Jimin has been your boyfriend for three months now and you sometimes still can't believe it. You've never been in a serious relationship before and you hope this one will last very long because you love him a lot.

He's really kind with you, always so understanding and just the perfect boyfriend you could've ever had. You're not afraid to be yourself with him and it's something you didn't allow yourself to be before him.

But since you're together, you really think this is a new you. A girl more confident in herself as well as happier and healthier. A relationship can do so much good to someone and you think this is what it's doing to you; a lot of good. And it's refreshing to be able to love a person so openly and they love you in return.

You've had sex a few times already, and right now it's about to happen again. You're really bothered by something, though and you can't get it out of your head. You want to share it with Jimin, but you're afraid of how he may react.

You trust him, so you decide to tell him.

"Minnie, wait..." You softly interrupt him, pushing on his shoulders. He stops his kisses and looks at you, wondering if he did something wrong. Of course, he didn't, as always.

You sit up on your bed so he pushes himself off of you, sitting in front of you. "Is everything alright, baby? Did I hurt you?" He asks and you laugh because he could have never hurt you, he's always so soft and gentle as if you're a vase he's scared to break.

"No, no, everything's fine, I just..." You look down at your lap, playing with your fingers nervously. "I just want to tell you- well, ask you something," you announce, not hesitating more if you really want to tell him what you have had on your mind for a pretty long time.

He pulls you by your legs and you gasp, not expecting him to bring you closer. He passes your legs over his lap, making you sit both side by side on the bed. You smile shyly, still avoiding his intense gaze.

"Tell me, I want to hear everything you have to say," he encourages you and it makes you feel better about yourself. Jimin won't judge you, he couldn't anyway if he wanted to. In his eyes, you can do nothing wrong.

"Okay, well, it's about... sex," you confess and hearing the word from your mouth makes him smile. He never looks away from you, seeing your eyebrows frown as you're thinking about your next words.

"Yeah? Anything that might interest me?" He says teasingly, placing an arm around your waist, gently caressing your body.

"It interests me, but you, I don't know. That's why I want to ask you," you explain and finally glance up at him, locking eyes with him.

"I see," he hums. "Then tell me, sweetheart. I'm sure I'll be into it." He winks at you and you roll your eyes, even though you crack a smile.

"So, umm, I really like it when you... dominate me," you say quietly, a little ashamed, but still confident enough to tell him everything. You don't express your sexual desires often, so it feels uncomfortable, but you trust Jimin with your whole heart. "You already know it, but it's just that I'd like you to control me... more."

A small crease appears between Jimin's eyebrows. "More? You want me to be rough?" He strokes your arm, showing you that you really can tell him everything. He's here to listen to you.

You shake your head, looking to the side again. "No, even though I wouldn't mind, but I like it when you're gentle," you answer. "What I mean is... I want you to... to rape me," you mumble the three last words, feeling your face heat up in embarrassment.

He raises up his eyebrows at your confession, totally surprised, but not at all repulsed or disgusted. He never thought about it before, never thought it could be your thing.

"It wouldn't be really that since it's what I want! But... I just like the idea of it," you quickly explain, seeing how taken back he looks by what you fantasize about. "I know it sounds... weird. I'll understand if it's not-"

He cuts you off, immediately reassuring you. "No, no, baby... Don't say that." He strokes your hair delicately, not wanting you to talk bad about yourself. "If you want it, I want it," he says and your eyes widen, sparkling.

"Really? Because you don't have to, you know," you worry again, but Jimin doesn't want to hear it.

"Shh, I'll do anything my pretty baby wants," he promises and your stomach flutters.

He removes your legs from his lap and gets on top of you, resuming what you've stopped earlier. He kisses you and slowly brings his plushy lips lower on your face, pecking your jaw then the side of your neck. You're rapidly overwhelmed by his touch, finding it hard to breathe and to even think.

"Want me to stretch this cunt out, baby?" He questions between kisses, his hands already lowering your jeans over your thighs and bringing your panties with them. "Ruin it so you're completely useless to anyone else beside me..." He sings against your ear and you completely love it.

You pass your arms around his shoulders, smelling his soft odour that always reassures you. He doesn't bother to prepare you, which makes your stomach twist, a new sentiment taking over you. He reaches his belt, unzipping and unbuttoning his pants to free his cock out.

"Gonna take good care of you, sweetheart." His dick slaps against his stomach when it springs out of his boxers and you whine, breath caught in your throat. "Need me to rape you so you know you're mine," he says and you shudder at his vulgar words.

How can he be so sweet and so willing to pretend to be taking advantage of you, you don't know, but that's exactly what you wanted.

You really, really love Jimin.

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He hears soft and quiet moans coming out of the bedroom, which caught his attention. He's satisfied to notice the door half open, a small crack letting him see what's happening inside. Camera in hand, Jimin walks up to the bedroom's door and brings the recording device up to his face.

He pushes the door slightly enough so the camera can capture the inside of the room. He smirks when he discovers you humping your teddy bear, moving your hips frantically against the plushie. You rub your pussy on it, panties drenched in your wetness.

You don't realize that Jimin is entering the bedroom, looking at you on the camera's screen. You gasp in surprise when you see him in front of you, the lens pointing at you. You blink up and bite down on your lip, continuing to hump the poor teddy bear.

Since you're settled down close to the edge of the bed, Jimin takes a hold of your face, angling it correctly so it faces the camcorder. "What are you doing, princess?" He asks, keeping your head still and watching you rut your hips against the plushie between your thighs.

"Aah, daddy, I'm- I'm..." You let out a breathy moan, too lost in your ecstasy to give him a proper response. "Can't stop," you say as he passes his thumb over your bottom lip and you gently close your mouth around it.

Another moan makes you part your lips, opening your mouth so your little noises can escape it, to Jimin's pleasure. It makes you look dumb, his thumb pressing down on your tongue, drool coating it and falling from the corner of your mouth.

"Can't stop rubbing your little cunnie on teddy?" You shake your head from side to side, eyes locked with his, but he soon lingers his gaze down on your form, watching closely the way you hump the stuffed toy. "Mmh, what a dirty girl you are, baby... Pleasuring yourself in front of daddy."

He takes his digit out of your mouth and traces your cheek with it, spreading your own spit on your face. You whine louder as you rock your hips faster, breath heavy and heart beating excitedly inside your rib cage.

"It feels good, doesn't it? Your panties are all soaked," he growls, placing his palm over your throat. He senses you gulping before answering, parting your lips to talk, but an obscene moan is heard instead. "What's gotten you so wet, baby?" Jimin questions, grinning as you look totally braindead.

"Was thinking about daddy," you babble out, clenching your thighs around the teddy bear.

You seem even more stupid through the camera and Jimin licks his lips as he looks at the screen, veins apparent on his arm that is choking you. His cock twitches in his pants, feeling a little bit too restrained in them.

"Yeah? My baby girl was thinking about me? What were those thoughts about..." He asks while he zooms in on your face, then lowers down to your crotch. You don't wear anything except for your flimsy pair of underwear, completely soiled in your juices.

He records how your pussy rubs against the face of the stuffed bear, your small hands holding the plushie in place between your thighs.

"Just- just daddy's... pretty cock and body," you giggle, your mind going wild as you remember the scenery you were imagining before he entered. Jimin's eyes snap up to you when you say those filthy words, pupils dilated and gaze darkening. "Cum all over my face... Fucking me over and over again," you smile, trying to look innocent, but it doesn't work at all.

"You dirty, dirty girl..." He tells you and gives you a carnivorous smile, letting you know that he isn't going to treat you as an innocent little girl like you pretend to be. "Is that what you want? You want your step daddy to fuck your little hole? Your ass, maybe?" He talks to you behind the camera, only emphasizing how dominant he is and how submissive you are. "You're so fucking gross."

You pout at that, slowing the pace of your hips. "No, no, I'm not!" You whine, fake crying. Jimin focuses the camera on you again, filming you completely ravaged in your own lust. "I can't help it, I love daddy too much... He makes me feel real...ly good," you tremble and have more difficulty speaking, the tingles in your tummy getting stronger.

He can never resist you when you express your feelings like that. So cute and stupid, he's the only one who can take care of you. The only one who will never abuse you, never, unless you ask for it.

"Awh, baby," he coos, letting go of your neck to pat your hair delicately. "I love you, too." He strokes your cheek, making you purr and bat your eyelashes at him. "Very, very much..." He emphasizes, fire erupting in your belly. "Wanna show to daddy how much you love him?"

At that, your eyes widen and you excitedly nod your head. Then, reluctantly, Jimin grips the teddy bear and removes it from between your legs. He throws it to the side and reaches for his fly. He undoes the button and tucks his zipper down swiftly, you looking at his crotch intently.

He angles the camcorder down and you interrupt him in his actions, avidly lowering his pants as well as his boxers down his thighs. His cock almost slaps you in the face when it bounces up and you can't hold in your little giggles. You look at it as if it's one of the wonders of the world, the greatest prize you've ever obtained.

Jimin takes his dick in his hand, giving it one stroke before hitting your lips with the tip. You let yourself be toyed with, enjoying it a lot, and you open your mouth to stick your tongue out. He uses the opportunity you offer him to slap his dick against your wet, pink muscle.

"Hmm, you shouldn't have teased daddy like that, princess," he states, thrusting in your mouth, but only putting the tip in, teasing you in return. "Make me wanna do nasty things to you... worse than anything you could ever imagine," he says in a low voice, trapping his bottom lip between his teeth.

You stay still, blinking up at Jimin who's totally dominating you right now. He controls you and the camera at the same time, turning you into a complete mess, into a stupid girl who can't think for herself with a cock in her mouth.

Your purse your lips and he taps the head against your lips. He tilts his head slightly to the side, as if he's analyzing you, watching you curiously as you lick his cock with adoration. You let out little moans, making you look more submissive and making Jimin more aroused.

"Open your mouth," he orders and you execute yourself immediately. He doesn't wait to enter your mouth, it expands to the size of his girth as he pushes his cock in. He takes a handful of your hair, gripping on it tighter as he thrusts gradually in.

Your eyes start to water since he takes his time to penetrate your mouth, going in painfully slow, grunting as he does so. You focus on your gag reflex, keeping your tongue flat underneath him. You hollow your cheeks and he finally reaches the bottom of your throat, tip hitting the back of it.

You look at him and he looks at you. You wait for him to start fucking your throat, but he pulls out at once, holding your head by your hair. You breathe out through your mouth, swallowing to soothe your sore throat. It stings, but you manage to regain a normal breath.

"You take my cock so well," he praises and his grip on your hair loosens, giving a break to your scalp. "You really do love me, huh?"

You nod right away, wiping the drool that fell from your mouth off your chin with your hand. Jimin smiles at that, giving you small taps on your cheek, indicating that you'll change positions.

To your surprise, he hands you the camera. "There." You take it from him, holding it with your two hands. "Lay down and make some space for me, m'kay, baby? Daddy will give you what you want," he commands and you move back, laying your back against the mattress like he told you to.

You keep the camcorder up with your shaky hands, trying to adjust it so the image is clear. You get distracted by Jimin who crawls to you, settling himself between your legs. He flashes you a smile before undressing you from your soiled panties, throwing them on the bedroom's floor. You film him as best as you can with trembling hands and arms.

You gasp when his head finds a spot just over your pussy, feeling his hot breath on your private parts. "Dad-daddy," you breathe out shakily, having him so close to your cunt arouses you so much. "Are you going to... to eat my ... cunnie?" You question shyly, but you're very excited. You already feel yourself clenching around nothing.

He passes his arms around your thighs, legs over his shoulders. "Is that what you want, baby girl? Want me to suck on your little clit?" He asks, knowing pertinently that's what you're waiting for.

"Yes, please," you mewl, arching your back when you feel his mouth on you. You try to record him, but it's really difficult with Jimin's tongue on your cunt. You wonder how he does it because you can't stop squirming around. "Aaah, Jimin..." You moan his name almost instantly, the tingles he sends through your body are just so good.

His lips are wrapped around your bud of nerves and he sucks it fervently, eliciting sweet moans and whines from you. You keep the camera on him, watching him lick and munch on your pussy through the screen, absolutely loving the view of Jimin's mouth on your bare pussy.

"Daddy, it feels so good, I won't- I..." Your next words are never said as he plunges two fingers in your hole, scissoring your insides. He keeps sucking your clit and it turns you delirious, unable to think straight.

Jimin stops sucking, but he still pumps his fingers into you, curling them so he can pat your sweet spot. "Baby, stop moving so much, the recording's going to be impossible to watch after," he softly warns you, pulling your arms back up a little so it can capture him eating you out. "I know you like daddy's mouth on your cunnie, but you have to focus."

"Sorry, Minnie," you cry out because it's so hard to concentrate on something other than Jimin. "But I'm really close," you say, feeling the fire at the pit of your stomach growing.

"I don't want to hear any excuses," he scolds, circling your clit with his thumb while he's talking to you. "Be a good girl for me, okay, princess?" He stares at you and raises up his eyebrows to emphasize his words. You know better than to disobey him anyway.

You nod and a little pout appears on your lips, trying to control yourself. "Yes, daddy," you accept and he's back at licking your sensitive bud until you're just a brainless girl under him.

You moan as he fingers your pussy, your wetness dripping down to your ass. His fingers are so coated in your arousal that he can thrust them in without any restrain, sliding in smoothly while he presses his tongue down on your clit, moving it from side to side rapidly.

Jimin always knows what to do and his techniques are the best, making you cum quicker than when you masturbate. You do your best to film him, framing his blond head of hair buried between your plushy thighs. You can't help but moan at the sight, gripping his hair between your fist.

Your other hand shakily records the action and you can hear your sweet moans coming from behind the camera. "Minnie, I'm cumming!" You announce out loud, literally suffocating him between your thighs by tightening them around his head.

Your orgasm passes through you intensively, making you buck your hips in his face. He keeps his tongue on you, flicking it over your clitoris to help you go through your high. You pull on strands of hair, making him groan and you feel the vibration of his voice on your cunt.

He spreads your legs apart so he can escape them, even though he could've stayed between them all day. "Good girl, baby, such a good girl," he purrs, stroking your thighs to help you calm down a little bit.

You have no energy left, but you know that he's not finished with you. He kneels and you can see just how hard his cock is, it looks really painful.

You forget the camera and just let it fall on the bed, hypnotized by Jimin. "Daddy," you call him hastily, extending your arms toward him to reach him. You embrace him and he circles your little body with his strong arms, rubbing your face on his chest.

"Princess, it's okay, everything's fine," he comforts you, kissing your hair lovingly. He pulls you off of him and delicately lays you back down on the bed. "I'm here, I'm not going away." He kisses your cheek next before reaching for the camera again.

He sets it on the nightstand by the bed, turning it around so it captures the both of you. He removes his shirt by tugging on the collar, your heart beating faster at the sight of his beautiful chest.

"Can you turn around for me, baby girl?" You whine, disappointed that you won't be able to look at him longer. You turn round nonetheless, stomach against the mattress. "Good girl," he approves of your obedience.

You feel his hand caressing your back, going up to your shoulders then down to your ass. He gropes one cheek, palming it and kneading it in his veiny hand. You mewl, looking behind your shoulder to watch him play with you.

"Do you want more, hm?" He wonders as he explores your naked skin, touching it and groping your flesh in a tight grip. "Do I need to give you more so you stop thinking about daddy in such a filthy way?"

You moan when he spanks your ass, just the right intensity to feel your skin burn deliciously. You want to say that it'd take way more than that and no matter how hard he fucks you, you'll never stop thinking about him. You'd say the truth, but you understand that in these situations, nothing resembles reality.

"Yes, daddy, punish me for it..." You beg him, twisting the bedsheets between your fists. You don't have to ask him twice.

He groans and leans over you, his lips right beside your ear. "You fucking slut," he whispers, making you shudder intensively. "You don't even realize what you're asking for." He's being mean, but it only adds on to the pleasure. He knows what he's doing.

Jimin slowly penetrates you, settling himself in the comfort of your warm pussy. You whine out loud, enduring a painful but sweet stretch of your cunt by his fat cock. His hands are beside your shoulders, finally bottoming out until his hips are flushed against your ass. He lets out a moan, a long and aching one.

"Fuck, your tight little pussy feels so good, baby," he moans in your ear, shivers running on your skin as his cock fills you up entirely. "So perfect for daddy, princess... You were made for me," he affirms, completely honest. He believes it firmly and the way your cunt sucks him in just proves it.

"Was made for you..." You mumble out, repeating his words, agreeing with him because he's always right. He starts hard and has clearly no intention to go slower anytime soon.

You're getting fucked mercilessly right away and there's no way you can persuade him to go easy on you. That's not what you want anyway. You want him to destroy you, use you like you're worth nothing more than a sex toy.

Destroying is a strong word, but you like to think about it that way. If Jimin decides to ruin you, he'd be able to repair you after because deep down, you know he loves you and you love him. There's nothing love can't fix and just for that reason, you'd let him break you over and over again until you have nothing left but him.

He thrusts into you with a regular and intense pace, reaching deep each time his pelvis meets your butt. His own pleasure is intoxicating, making his hips stutter as his self-control is becoming less and less reliable.

He grips your throat from below, levelling your head up from the bed and forcing you to arch your back. "How does it feel, baby?" He murmurs beside your ear, his voice low and raspy, making you roll your eyes back into your skull. "Mmh? How does it feel to have your pretty cunt split in half by daddy?" He growls, sinking his nails into the skin of your neck.

Tears fall down from your eyes at how intense everything feels, Jimin taking your breath away just by pounding his dick into your pussy as if he has never hated someone more than you. It's ironic how you desire him to do that to you while asking him to love you as much as you love him. But he does and that's why you'll never find someone else like him because nobody could do the things he does for you.

"Amazing, daddy, it feels- it... it feels-" you gasp when you recognize the familiar tingle in your belly, the tingle that lets you know you're very close to cum around Jimin's dick. "So, so good..." You continue, breathless.

"Yeah, you like that? Fuck," he curses under his breath. "I like it too, princess," he admits, leaving a sweet and wet kiss on your cheek, collecting a tear of yours on his lips by the same occasion.

Your sweet spot is being martyrized by his cock, pussy pulsating around his length and you start shaking under him. "Gonna cum, Minnie," you quickly say and it makes him groan against your ear even louder.

He lets go of your throat, but only to shove you against the mattress. He keeps a hand on your head so you can't move it, obligated to face the camera that you forgot about. "Then do it, baby," he tells you almost too sweetly, still driving his dick into you. "Show me again how much you love me."

It's as if his words have an immediate response on you because soon after you cream his cock with your cum, clenching around him repeatedly until his movements are altered by it.

"Fuck, yes, baby, just like that..." He moans and his cock twitches inside of you, indicating that he'll cum, too. At this point, you firmly believe that you're both connected because you don't have to ask anymore, he'll orgasm at the same time as you.

With a last groan, he shoots his cum so deep into you you think for a moment that you'll become pregnant with his child even if you're on a contraceptive. You stay under him totally unable to move, too tired to even speak, only whines coming out of you as he empties himself inside your messy cunt.

"Shit," he breathes out, gasping for air. Strands of blond hair are sticking to his forehead and he licks his lips, moisturizing them.

He reaches for the camcorder and closes the screen, stopping the recording.

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You have no idea how it ended up like this, but it did and it hurts. It hurts badly. Something happened, but it was so fast and unpredictable, nobody knew how to react. The inevitable has happened and you can't go back into the past.

It's one of those situations where you constantly ask yourself why did you do that, why didn't you do this instead of that. Just why. Why you and not someone else.

There's nothing more cruel and painful than to ruminate about the past. Nothing more hurtful than regrets because you can do nothing about them.

Why did you both hurt each other? The simple thought of being away from you makes him suffer, so why? It's self-hatred at this point, he thinks, but why would he hurt himself if it means hurting you, too. So many questions and yet, nobody dares to talk to the other.

Who will break first? Who will be the last to give up?

Both? Neither? You or him?

How bad can it be to stay away from the love of your life, from the only person that will ever satisfy you, to ever worship you. It can be really bad, in fact, it can even turn into a nightmare. Or it can be totally good, it depends on how you see it.

A wild fire will burn an entire forest, but it gives birth to a new fertile land after.

What's wrong and right, then? You don't know and it must be why this relationship is so important to you. There's no wrong and right. There's a middle and you'll always stand between because that's how it works the best.

You walk along the hallway, eyeing his apartment door as you approach it slowly with each step you take. The numbers on his door grow and grow until you finally face it. You think about it, probably the first time you reflect before doing anything that concerns Jimin.

It never felt so improper to knock on his door. What will you say? What if he doesn't answer or closes the door on you? Would he refuse to talk to you? Maybe, maybe not. You don't know.

You take a deep breath and knock, now feeling much more anxious than when you entered his apartment building. Nothing happens until you hear shuffling behind the door and feet stepping on the floor, the doorknob turning hastily.

Your heart beats faster and you find yourself shaking, gulping uncomfortably. You look in front of you, preparing yourself to see him, lay your eyes on him after what felt like weeks — months, even.

It felt like hell, honestly. Maybe that's why you don't know how much time passed by because there's no time in hell, there's only suffering.

The door opens and he's there, standing before you. Your heart skips a beat when you notice how awful he looks and you feel the pain, the atrocious pain he went through. You thought you were the first one to break, but clearly, you weren't.

His eyes are all red and it looks like he's been crying for days, probably even more. He has huge black circles under his eyes and they are really puffy. His last tears must have hurt badly when they fell down, you tell yourself.

His nose is red, as well as his cheeks. His lips are sealed in a straight line, even when he sees you. No emotions pass through his eyes, but his appearance contradicts this fact because it's evident he's been overwhelmed with all kinds of feelings these past few days. He's surely tired, he has cried enough and his eyes can't produce any water anymore.

"Hi," you manage to breathe out, swallowing when he doesn't budge an inch. "Can I... Can I enter?" You stutter out and you wait anxiously for his answer, but none comes except him stepping aside to let you in.

You let out a quiet 'thank you' and enter his apartment. He closes the door behind you, and even though the place is extremely familiar to you, having been here numerous times, you stand uselessly in the entry.

He doesn't move much as well, hiding his hands in the pockets of his black sweatpants. He looks at you and you look back at him, but you're the only one who desperately needs him to say something, anything. After all, you're the one who came to him, so you're the one who has to speak first, but it's so difficult.

"Are you... okay?" You ask, trying to make small talk, to revive the flame between you two that used to be so bright. You quickly realize that your question is stupid and you're only worsening the already awkward situation.

You're still really worried about him. You hope he didn't start any unhealthy habits, like you did. He probably stopped eating knowing him, whereas you ate day and night until the simple thought of food made you puke.

He rolls his eyes, certain that you know the answer. It's obvious just by looking at him. "What do you think? Do I look okay to you?" He replies sarcastically, shaking his head and chuckling without an ounce of laughter behind his voice.

You step forward, seeking some intimacy with him, but you don't move further. "No, no... That's why I asked," you justify yourself, fidgeting on your fingers because you don't know what to do with your hands. "I've never wanted the... the fight to end like that," you confess, looking away from him, but lifting your gaze up again when you hear him exhale.

His eyes are glossy and the corners of his lips tug downward. He glances to the side, avoiding your eyes, trying to hide the fact that he's about to cry, again. He blinks and that's when a tear rolls down his face, hanging on his jaw.

"Me neither." He looks back at you and your heart breaks into a thousand pieces. "We have to hurt each other, don't we?" He questions, but you don't really understand what he means by that. "To know if the other really loves us," he says, voice not as strong as usual.

You frown. Do you have to hurt each other for that? It's not like you're afraid to say those three words and he never hesitates to say them back. Maybe it's to prove it because what do they mean if you're never showing a true proof of your love.

"But we do love each other, I don't understand..." You whisper, taking another step forward.

"There's nothing to understand," he explains. "It's what happens when you love too much... too obsessively." His words confuse you because they're heavy, strong of meaning and he can't say that without giving further explanation. "You shred apart the last thing you have, the most precious you've ever possessed."

You can't stand there any longer, and you close the distance that is separating you from each other. He looks down at you while you look up at him, heart heavy with your emotions and his as well. You're the most precious thing he has and because his love surpasses everything he has ever felt in his life, he can't control it. He can't control his love from growing into something obsessive and sickly.

"I love you, Jimin," you affirm strongly, not allowing him to ever doubt it. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have reacted like that. There's nothing else in the world that I feel more guilty about, I don't want you to hurt yourself."

Kind and sweet, that's what you are and he tries to be like that as well, especially to you. It's how you perceive him, but your short break up made him realize things. He can't be without you anymore, he has to have you, to possess you. He'd simply die if he doesn't have you.

He eyes you down, gaze hurtful and sad, as well as something else, something you've never seen in him before. "It doesn't matter," he says, grabbing your bicep. He pulls you in closer, his face hovering just above yours. "Do you love me?"

You frown again, confused that he's asking you this question after you've proudly said you do. "Of course I do, I love-" But that's not what he wants to hear. He has to be clearer.

He cuts you off, shaking his head. "No. Do you love me the way I do?" He rectifies, looking intensely at you, hoping his love isn't wrong or sick. Hoping you feel the same so he knows he's not crazy.

"What... what do you mean?" You breathe out shakily, keeping eye-contact with him, slightly becoming afraid of him.

"I want you to be mine," he whispers, his icy breath hitting your cheek, making you shiver. "Not because we're a couple, but because I sincerely believe that you were made for me, only me," he admits, finally suppressing this heavy weight his heart was carrying since the day he met you.

You're not really surprised to hear that from him. It's something he says a lot during sex, how your body fits so well with his and how he's the only person capable of satisfying you. You've never thought it was more than just a talk, more than things he says to turn you on.

You're his and that's a fact, but how deep does he mean it? It's not like you've never imagined your future with him, being his girlfriend forever. But again, at what point does he want to possess you? Romantically, intimately... or physically?

"We're meant to be together and I know you believe it, too," he tries to convince you and there's no need to because you don't see yourself with somebody who isn't him. "I'd do anything to have you, even if it means going against you," he confesses and his lips are so close to yours.

It distracts you from the true meaning of his last words, and maybe it's better like this. You don't respond to his question either and you don't know if you could answer it anyway.

But before his lips can touch yours, he turns you around and pins you against the wall. You let out a squeak, feeling like you were lured in a trap. You're stuck between your boyfriend and the wall adjacent to the front door.

"Jimin," you mutter, your heart starting to beat faster. "What are you doing?" Your body is telling you that there is a danger, activating your stress hormones, making you shake, sweat and cry.

He sticks his chest to your back with a lot of insistence, leaving no room for you to move or to breathe. "Claiming what's mine," he answers curtly, pulling your pants and panties down your thighs very gently.

You're not wet and prepared yet and it makes you stress even more, but you've done that with him before. The simple thought of it makes your clit throb, so you should be good.

It doesn't take him long to take his penis out, stroking it behind you so it grows fully hard. You feel him touching himself against your ass and you look behind your shoulder, watching him run his palm up and down his cock.

He grips your hip with the other hand and kisses the side of your face, being lovely, as always. "Baby, are you going to please me?" He murmurs, feeling his plump lips brushing against your skin.

Your eyes water, but none of your tears will equal the amount of pain he felt during your break up. You feel sorry, and if he wants you, he will have you. "Yes, Jimin, I will..."

"Okay, then take a deep breath, sweetheart," he advises and that's when you feel the head of his cock pushing in, forcing an entrance for him.

You gasp loudly, tears appearing in the corners of your eyes. You form fists with your hands, a wave of pain going through your body. You're not used to suffering during such an intimate moment with Jimin, but you can't dislike it at the same time.

"M-Minnie," your voice breaks down in a sob, letting your sweet boyfriend penetrate you solely because he wants to. When he's half-way in, he lets go of his cock to pass his arms around your waist, hugging from behind and kissing the burning skin of your face, damped by your tears.

"Shhh, you're being such a good girl right now," he coos, still pushing in and stretching out your cunt to the size of his girth. It burns, but you also clench around him, aroused by the way he's manhandling you. "My pretty baby..." He sings in your ear and you feel him smile, leaving soft and feathery kisses all over your skin that is exposed to him.

He whimpers when he's all in the way in your pussy, finally being where he belongs. You feel him exhale, his breath fanning across your face. He swallows hard before he picks up a comfortable pace, fucking his dick into you while keeping your back flushed against his chest.

"I want you with me forever, baby," he says in a low tone, so close to you that you feel every breath he takes. "Forever..." He repeats, so you don't forget, so you know he's really sincere.

You whine, the pleasure starting to mix in with the stinging pain. His arms circles you, keeps you safe and warm. Mentally, you feel great, maybe a little bit too much and that's why the tears keep flowing even though he's not hurting you anymore.

"I will, Minnie," you whisper back, making him groan. He likes hearing it from you, likes knowing you love him unconditionally, that you'd never question his feelings for you.

Why question when you're sure he'd kiss your fever away, dance with you and make you fall in love over and over again. There's no point in leaving when he's the only safe place you have, the only lover you'll ever have and the only person who would do anything for you. Leaving is not an option, not even conceivable when you know you'll never find someone better than him.

"You will? Oh, baby," he mewls, thrusting in your pussy slowly, at a rhythm that is almost agonizing, making you lose your mind. "I love you," he says painfully, holding you tighter. "Love you so much, you have no idea..." He mutters the last four words, rolling his hips against your ass, his cock sliding in just so perfectly.

You don't respond, but it doesn't bother Jimin. You don't have enough breath to answer anyway and you don't have all of your mind right now. He finds your clit and quickly circles it with his finger. You understand he's close and that he wants you to cum around him at the same time as him.

He buries his face into your hair, growling as his balls tighten the more he pounds into your pussy. "Shit," he breathes out, trying to control himself and to not cum too early, but he missed your cunt too much. "I'm gonna fill you up with my cum and you gonna take it like a good girl, okay, baby?" He instructs and you nod immediately, swallowing in a whine.

You moan loudly when your orgasm shoots through you, pussy contracting around Jimin's cock. It makes him moan too, deep and raspy, rocking his hips against your butt to reach his high as well. The overstimulation doesn't feel great, but you stay quiet, only whining from his hard thrusts.

You struggle to stand still on your legs, but he holds you to him with his strong arms and you place your hands over his that are resting on your belly. Your face is squished against the wall as Jimin fucks you restlessly.

"Oh, fuck, I'm cumming," he announces hastily, and he does. A lot. You feel him filling you up with his seeds while he groans against your ear, making you roll your eyes into your head.

As he empties himself into your cunt, he keeps his pace, fucking his own cum into you. It gets messy really fast, dripping down your inner thighs that are close to each other since your pants are still hanging on over your thighs.

He has difficulty moving in you, so he pulls out, gripping his cock to stroke it angrily. He cums on your ass, white ropes falling on your bottom. You whimper, watching him over your shoulder milking himself dry above your butt. Small white beads come out of his tip, landing on you, and he's finally done, trying to catch his breath.

He raises his gaze up to you and his eyes are still red and puffy, like yours, eyelashes wet from your previous tears. He turns you around, making you face him, and he crashes his mouth on yours. Your tongues tangle together, he bites your lip, assaulting your flesh with his teeth. It's short, but feverish, as intense as the beating of your heart.

He ends the kiss, laying his forehead on yours. He looks in your eye, this simple exchange meaning everything, sealing both of your souls together. You are one once and for all.

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Do not ask for a part 2.

[ellies-cove]

Hey hey! I see you're a new writer, so I would like to welcome you with a request, if that's alright! I can see you mentioned writing for Call of Duty: Modern Warfare 2. I don't know if you're including the Warzone characters as well, buuuuuut.... how about headcanons for TF141+König having a crush on/trying to date/being in a relationship with someone taller than them? Like maybe *significantly* taller even! Hope you have a great day :D

TF141 + Konig and a taller S/O!

(You had no idea how much I giggled over this tysm!!)

TW: Mentions of bruises, poorly translated Gaelic and German.

These are not my characters, if the owner wants me to take down the post I wouldn't mind. :) - Moon 🌕

GHOST

He believed love was stupid, something little kids believed. Until he saw you. He was head over heels. Literally. He was sparring with you and you had your foot on his head as he looked up, realizing how pretty you were. He loved how tall you are but when Soap would tease him he'd get all blushy and grumpy. "How's your forest... the new recruit?" Soap would ask Ghost, teasingly. When you first started dating he felt like he was dating Aphrodite. Loves your legs, even if they're bruised he'll kiss them away. His neck always hurts from glancing at you. When he's stressed he'll let you spoon him, smiling under that damn mask he won't take off.

PRICE

You never thought a man, a gentleman would be interested in you. Until a Sunday morning. He was trying to get a cup from the higher parts of the cabinet, cursing silently as he was reaching for the damn cup. You handed it to him and did his iconic smile, "Thanks Love." After that, he would purposely do stuff like that. If you were sick, injured, and couldn't go to the meetings he would spend 10 minutes to.... 2 hours talking about you. When you started to date he would give you princess/prince treatment loved putting your legs on his lap and rubbing them. If you got injured in battle he'd pick you up and run to the medic. Sure he may have half your body dangling but he can't hold his tall S/O!

SOAP

Scotland is full of short people (I looked it up don't yell at me pls) so when he saw you he was in awe. He was used to Ghost being tall but... A woman?! He asked Ghost for advice. He gets jittery and anxious if you touch him. He'd melt like ice cream on a hot summer day if you gave him hugs. You his sun to him. When you started to date he would teach you Gaelic. (Scottish language) He'd laugh as he heard you try to say a pet name is Gaelic. "It's Gràdh, Lass." (Love) Finds it absolutely adorable if you write him love letters or love notes in Gaelic or in English. Even if it's a luv u.

GAZ

He's a quiet man, speaking only when spoken to. But when it comes to you he's yapping like his life depends on it. If you smile at him while he yaps he'll be a goner. Loves to give you gifts like little heart necklaces. when you two started dating he would give you princess treatment. Like Price, he loves to lay your legs on his lap. He's a hopeless romantic, give him hand kisses. He's a bit of a book worm. He has so many books like "how to Win a Person's Heart" and "How to date a Tall Person." He would never make fun of you being tall.

KONIG

He's baffled. He can't speak. When he first saw you he couldn't speak for days. "Hey Konig do you know where the coffee grinds are?" "U-Uh......huh.....mm...u-u-h...." "Sorry?" "Huhmnhmmm....." "N-Never mind..." He would try to measure you sometimes. When you two started dating he loved it. Especially if you're chubby. Loves resting on you, chubby or not. Can spend hours looking a you, giggling like a schoolgirl. Calls you "Liebe, Mein Herz, Engel..." (Love, My heart, Angel)

[starry-eyesanddaydreams]

NSFW Alphabet - Sheriff of Nottingham

Alright. Taking the plunge. First instalment of Rickman's NSFW Alphabet. Starting with George of Nottingham (who was ridiculously easy to write for, the sexy bastard) Enjoy! These are gonna be reader insert too.

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

He never really cared before, when he was done he was done. But you brought out the softest hidden in that stony heart of his and he wants to make sure you’re properly cared for. He’ll bath with you and sooth any aches you have. Back in bed, he’ll wrap you both in soft warm furs and blankets and hold you against his chest, skin to skin, as you fall asleep.

B = Body part (their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

For himself, he likes his profile. The most amount of care he spends on personal grooming is keeping his beard trimmed nicely. For you, he's a classic tits and ass man. He loves how soft you feel to hold and touch.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

With this dirty bastard? Pretty much anything goes. He'll cum in you, on you, he's filthy.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He daydreams about having sex with you in front of the church alter. He’s got to do something to entertain his mind while attending a church he doesn’t believe to keep up appearances for the villagers. And the thought of stripping you both naked and taking you on all fours in their precious church, defiling their holy place with your pagan lust, is such a delicious daydream.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Very. He likes sex and has had pick of women for a long time. Although these days the only one he wants is you.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Cowgirl. He likes to be able to watch and touch you.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He can be playful and he loves to tease.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

It's not something he bothers to much about, he has more important things to focus on.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He’s not a very romantic person, but you are precious to him. You’re the only sweetness in his life and he makes sure you know it. No matter how rough the sex is, he’ll make you feel loved. Whispered and grunted words of love in your ear while he thrusts inside you. A kiss pressed to your palm as he pins your hands to the bed.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He doesn't really have a need to. He'd much rather find you for a quicky if he's in the mood.

K = Kink

Manhandling. He’s bigger and stronger than you and he loves to use that. Carrying you to your shared chambers over his shoulder, pinning you to the wall with your legs around his waist, ripping your clothes off. And along with that he also likes a bit of dub-con. Persuit and conquest. Of course, you both know you’re a very willing participant and it turns you on as much as it does him.

L = Location (favourite places to do the do)

Your chambers, usually. In bed or in front of the fireplace. But when the mood strikes, you could end up in an alcove in the castle or up against a tree in the forest.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

When you’re in public together, like going to church with him, and you look so proper and ladylike, but he knows that underneath your neat, modest clothes is a body that he’s explored and debauched in every conceivable way and how your sweet, demure voice can scream and curse as he overwhelms you with pleasure.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Nothing that would cause you permanent damage or actual pain. Spanks and love bites are one thing, but he won’t do anything that would make you bleed, scar or put you in real pain. You’re his to protect and keep safe.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Prefers to receive. But still enjoys tasting you and making you squirm and scream.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Depends on the mood. If he's stressed or particularly horny, he's fast and rough. Or in a more playful or loving mood, he can really take his time.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He prefers to take his time and properly enjoy it, but sometimes he just needs you now, either because he’s horny or frustrated and needs to take the edge off.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

As horny as he is, of course he's up to experimenting. Only thing he's not into is anything voyeuristic. Not that he cares about himself, but he won't have anyone else seeing you like that.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

A couple is usually enough, but he can go four or so if he wants.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He has no need for toys. His hands, mouth and dick are well up to the task.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

When has way too much fun winding you up and making you beg.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Not overly loud, but he grunts and groans and definitely makes you know how much pleasure he's feeling.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He's actually got a very needy, soft heart under all that bluster. He hid it at first, but you eventually worked him out. When he opens up enough to allow it, he loves being sweetly loved and cared for by you.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

That codpiece hides nothing. Big and thick and can stretch you out perfectly.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

High. His solution to everything is sex. Whether he's happy, angry, stressed, the answer is sex.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He falls asleep fairly quickly after sex, you both do, as you’ve well and truly worn each other out.

[sonicfanthenightfury5099]

Werewolf! Michael myers RZ Halloween NSFW Alphabet

Note: I wanted to do an NSFW Alphabet for the Werewolf Tall Mickey for a while now. This gif is giving me them Tall Myers vibes.

18+ Minors DNI

A = Aftercare (What they're like after sex?)

Panting like crazy, he's been through so much fucking he's panting like a dog who ran a long way. He starts to clean himself like a dog licking your juices off his balls, which leads him to clean your back, which you don't mind. He then asks if you want food, which you replied with a yes to that. Eating in bed with making sure you're doing well after the fucking he did to your body, He'll lift you up to take a hot shower before bed.

B = Bodypart (Their Favorite Bodypart of their body and also their Partner's)

The giant is a Werewolf. His arms had a lot of strength to them to decapitated a victim, and the jaws he has, he would be breaking bones and crushing wind pipes with his large fangs.

You and your small frame to him perfect to him. He loves your soft lips that are so comfortable against his. He melts when you try to reach his face to cress it

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum)

He has a breeding kink, and he's staying in deep till he fills you up real good.

D =Dirty secret (Pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He wants to see you in loose lingerie, which he will try carefully to take it off in a creative way every time. A way of teasing you till be gets down to the night of breeding sex

E = Experience (How experienced are they?)

He had none if you lived in a Sanatorium for 15 years, and you mostly did art in your room. You can only imagine it was when he got out he had seen Victims doing it, especially in his old abandoned house. He may have seen some videos online when you were at work.

F = Favorite position (This goes without saying)

Missionary, easy position to learn, and to see your face scrunched up in the amount of pleasure you're in. Cowgirl, you can ride and bounce on top while he watches you ride on his beast and play with yourself. Doggie Style, do I have to say why he loves this position? He'll put you into this position for a little rough fucking from behind. Mating Press, his breeding kink kicks in when he's ready to release his load into your warm womb. He'll stay in that position as a plug to keep his semen inside you.

G = Goofy (Are they more Serious in the moment, or are they humorous, ect?)

This time means I want to make you feel amazing in the moment, so he doesn't want the mode spoiled by something goofy during the act he'll become grouchy which will take forever to get him back in the mood.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they? Does the Carpet match the Drapes, ect?)

On top he has lovely long locks, he had grown out when he was in Smith's Grove with some stuble on his face, down below, it's a little forest, but a quick trim down there it looks better. When he goes wolf, looking a bit like an Old English SheepDog due to his long hair, and his abdomen is completely covered by his long wolf hair.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect..)

He's definitely wanting to give you a lot of kisses while praising your body during what he calls sometimes, "Breeding time," which is every time when you both have sex. Having him holding you in his arm in between rounds, he's careful not to be laying his whole body on you. Definitely saying sweet nothings in your ears during the round.

J = Jack/Jill off (Masturbation headcannon)

He doesn't do it often, but if that urge creeps on him, he's going to take care of it. He can turn you on by how he would show how he strokes, starts at the base of his shaft stopping halfway, then strokes fast at his tip. Making a wet sound from it, he will do that when he fingers you.

K = Kinks (One or more of their kinks)

Breeding, praising of any kind, Cockwarming, and size differents kink

L = Location (Favorite places to do the do )

This man wants to rut in the bedroom cause it's more comfortable for sexy time.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going?)

A touched starving man gets turned on by suggested touches on his body. He would be thinking about you with a heavy pregnant belly with swollen breasts for you and his pups that makes him go into breeding mode.

N = No (Something that they wouldn't do, turns offs)

Definitely, no mentioning Smith's Grove or Sister

Won't turn you into a Werewolf if you ask him. He loves you this way.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skills ect)

Definitely giving you some oral, eating you out like a straving beast. Michael definitely enjoys a good oral treatment on his disco stick (He'll pound you real good as a Thank you.)

69 is his favorite. He's eating you out while you're giving him head.

P = Pace (Are they Fast and Rough? Slow and Sensual? Ect.)

Does start slow before picking up the pace and going to pound town. He doesn't want to go too rough on you, but he can't help it. He loves you so much. He'll go soft the next round

Q = Quickies (Their opinions on Quickies rather than proper sex, how often, ect)

Depending on how he feels, he would not be interested one day. The next, he's got you bending over the couch or counter and give you one. He'll be giving you more when he is done hunting.

R = Risks (Are they game to experiment, do they take any risks, ect

Out of curiosity or just getting horny when out in the woods, he would want to go down on you in the woods. Like a wolf in the wild, he will do the dirty with you on a blanket (so your back isn't pricked by branches just so you're comfortable while in pleasure Town) He might want to fuck you when he's in his Werewolf forme, his huge dick on you looks like it can't fit in and would tear your holes into one big hole (and a trip to the ER)

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last?)

Will go all night if he's back home early or he's having a day off, around 10 or 12 rounds, depending on how much energy he has that day. Morning sex is a big Yes for him.

T = Toys (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

You probably have a vibrator you have in your dresser that you would use before you met Michael. You take it out to use it when he's not home and needy of him. He finds it useless cause why would you use it if he can give you endless hours of pleasure from him.

U = Unfair (how much do they like to tease)

His form of teasing is showing you is the for mentioned of stroking his cock, and fingering while stroking his tip making a luded sound from it. Cockwarming is another form of teasing from him he'll be in you for a while till he's ready.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make?)

Loud Panting, grunts, and moans in his gruff voice, Hella hot.

W = Wildcard (Random Head cannons)

When you first met, Michael wasn't comfortable with you on seeing his face. He would wear his wore out mask or his Jack o lantern one. When is he ready for you to see his face he'll let you do the honor of taking off his mask.

Michael would, on occasion, pick wild flowers when he's out for you. He would come home with a big boutique of wild flowers he found in the woods.

He would make you a mask as another form of his love for you.

Michael may not look like it, but he deep down he wants to hear the sounds of little feet on the floor one day. He would wonder when the day will come you tell him that you want a baby.

X = X-ray (What's going on in their pants?)

Human: A good size, 7 inches with good girth

Werewolf: Hidden underneath his shaggy fur is a near 10 inches cock with big girth and knot (he won't put all of it in but started half before going in fully when you get used to his size)

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

His sex drive depends on his mood. He would be cranky one day the next day he's horny and uses his look when he wants to rut.

Z = Zzzz.. (..how quickly they fall asleep afterwards?)

After a shower and some leftovers, you cuddle up with your man clean clothes and dried you'll drift off to sleep. He'll follow suit when you're asleep and you're doing good after the pounding you got from him.

[jessource]

prompts:　prelude to ecstasy by the last dinner party.

here comes the feminine urge, i know it so well.

do you want me, or do you want control?

this is the only thing i know how to do.

i could never live with the guilt of lying.

and lately i've been thinkin', what if i keep sinking?

i hope they never understand us.

even when the cold comes crashing through, i'm putting all my bets on you.

cleanse my soul, make me whole.

she's there when i wake up, at the end of my bed with a smile on her face and a gun to my head.

do what i can to survive.

cause we're a lot alike.

a sailor and a nightingale dancing in convertibles/

i know i'm better off not looking back.

oh, anyone could kill me, and i'd never ever let it be you.

foolish thinking i could have you.

i don't exist without your gaze.

and just for a second, i could be one of the greats.

when i was a child, i never felt like a child.

you could swim in these eyes.

wine is on your blouse.

i wish i knew you back when we were both small.

what i'm feeling isn't lust, it's envy.

hold me, we can't go back.

you can hold me like he held her.

guide me, show me how, and let me be your arrow.

wish i could do without this blood on my face.

i will fuck you, like nothing matters.

time slips away.

to nurture the wounds my mother held.

i will hold your hands to stop them from shaking.

i am not the girl i set out to be.

the best a boy can ever be is pretty.

i fade away.

strike me,  pierce me straight through the heart.

it's my fate to have never seen you.

my darling, believe me, i was born to be with you.

i wish i knew you before it felt like a sin.

if i drown will they make me a star?

you don't wanna hurt me, but i want you to.

how i wish the trees would swallow me, make me a forest, take away my soul.

i'm just a mirror, pretty glass, an empty heart.

i wish that i had the guts–the dignity to put up a fight.

when you laid like a wolf with your head on my lap. i felt like one of those portraits of women protected by a beast on a chain.

i'll leave you flowers, but not my name.

what good are red lips when you're faced with something sharp?

when i put on that suit, i don't have to stay mute.

i'll see you on sunday.

i wish that i let you have the dignity of letting me go.

you smiled so sweetly as you threw me down the rocks.

oh, ballerina bend under the weight of it all.

no one else is to blame.

i wish i could be a beautiful boy.

i have gotten too tall.

when you drown, do they know who you are?

i need to slow my thinkin'.

i want to take your picture.

i'd spend the mornings by your side.

if anyone could kill me, it probably would be you.

is it in this city?

i break apart without your arms.

i wish you had given me the courtesy of staying one more night.

a guard dog there just for her. if only she know that with one wrong move, he'll turn around and tear off her hands.

when i drown, will i get very far?

no i won't speak to you.

forgive me, father, won't you take it back?

let me make my grief a commodity.

break my glass to fix your heart.

burn me.

je ne veux pas penser.

i wish you had given me the courtesy of ripping out my throat.

we're both just addicts.

if it takes all night, i will be on your side.

there is candle wax melting in my veins.

it could take some time, time to talk freely.

he's got letters on his fist: r-i-d-e.

tell me how you're feeling, i'll reflect the reason.

i'd die for you, no questions asked.

everyone will love me!

i wish i didn't want you.

do you want me to care when you just disappear?

failure to commit to the role, i admit was a failure you achieved on your own.

i'll be ceaser on a tv screen, champion of my fate.

ain't it fun to hold the world in your hand?

when you're lying here i believe you love me.

when you drown, they'll forget who you are.

everyone will like me then.

there's nothing for me. here, where the world is small.

i'd break off my ribs to make another you.

i'm only here, for your entertainment.

do you feel like a man when i can't talk back?

[found-wings]

I LOVE THE PHOENIX PHIL HEADCANON OMG here's some misc hcs with them :D

• foolish was 100% the first person to try to touch them and kept going "ow. ow. ow." because he'd get burned, then immediately put his hands back on the wings

• phil tries to stop him and tinas like "no- let him finish" (he's trying to 'build an immunity)

• roier uses the wings as a way to heat up a knife and do stupid bs with it such as; slamming it against a tree and starting a forest fire, cutting various items in half and they either crumble or burn, or on fed workers (it just makes them mildly uncomfortable)

• on the same topic, when phils napping by fits place, ramon uses the wings to heat up scrap metal he has to try to wield them together.

• dapper also uses them sometimes as a portable heater for potions and uses tongs to hold them above the wings if they need to get to a certain boiling point (bbh is like 'I tried to get him to stop' when phil asks about it. but man's is a liar LMAO he encourages it)

• chayanne sometimes asks him to use em to start fired under his portable grills and pots if he can't find his flint and steel

• on the other side, tallulah def roasts marshmallows on them

• fit has definitely gone "yknow let me just borrow these for a sec-" and holds either dynamite, fireworks, or bombs ends on them to light em off

• etoiles has 100% had many. Many. sticks set on fire and burned durring stick fights and even if phil apologizes for accidentally doing that and you just hear "okay so we're playing that way" and he brings out the flame-enchanted code sword as a joke before they reset the fight 😭😭

• "the burn- he's just too good!"

• "that was literally an accident!!!!"

• "see? you doesn't even need to try!!"

• "oh my godddd."

• if phil does something to make richas mad, he'll purposfully walk into the wings flames and go to his dad's yelling about how phil set him on fire (he's done this too many times for them to give phil anything more then a slap on the wrist)

• he's lit off more then a couple lanterns and candles for cellbit when the two meet up in the order to share information (and more then a few books have scorch marks on them . . . it's very easy to tell which books have been donated by him.)

• more then once phil has been sentenced to laying underneath one of tubbos machines with his wings being used in place of a temporary blaze-burner (fit is very much laughing at him and being told to stfu by tubbo in fear of phil leaving)

• pac and mike are very quick to remove flowing water from their builds and keep them contained to pools and waterfalls that are easily visible

• more then once quackitys beanie or sleeve has caught fire and you can hear him swearing from miles away when it does

• sunbirds tend to surround him a little more then usual when the wings are out, so 100% foolish has asked the capybaras to warp phil to him to attract a sunbird real quick and phil agrees if he has perms to name it (it will be named something stupid.)

• it's not uncommon for the eggs to surround him more on group trips and events whenever they go by somewhere cold as he's basically a walking heater (que the jokes about them liking phil more- when really he's just making sure they don't get frostbite 😭)

• ,,,,,, more then once hes been put through pain when a spontaneous code fight appears and he's had to run for shelter as its common for rain to pour when the day quickly shifts to night and damage his wings (another incentive for etoiles to finish fighting as quickly as possible)

- 💿

MANY SILLIES, RAAAH

Oh my god I love all of these silly headcanons SO MUCH RAAAH, especially the ones involving Phil and the Eggs, Fit, Tubbo, Etoiles and Cellbit because I am so biased

Also on the topic of rain and code fights - I am so. silly about it because I imagine Phil only runs for shelter when he‘s 100% certain the others can handle it. Every other time, especially during the times he had to fight off the code by himself, he pushes through the constant pain on his feathers while engaging in combat

On another side note, all I can imagine whenever someone pulls out a flame enchanted weapon is Phils eyes just instantly going O^O when he sees it and he just. stares. with big eyes & puffed up wings as if he’s about to attack the weapon before snapping back to the current. He‘s offended and sees flame enchanted weapons as a threat to his very being / j

[youandmedead]

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Warnings: Swearing, Eddie possibly being out of character, some slightly suggestive content.

Requested by: No one

Synopsis: Relationships Headcanons about this dork

Extras: Dude I fell so hard for this fucker 😂 I may do a part 2 to these headcanons but set during s4

𖤐 Loads of people get the wrong idea about Eddie.

𖤐 Yes he is loud, yes he is energetic and obnoxious but underneath that exterior he can actually be a pretty chill and caring dude.

𖤐 Whenever your days are turning dark, he’ll be there to brighten them up! He uses humour as a way to try and make you feel better but if that doesn’t work then he’ll cuddle you for however long you want and offer to watch some films or listen to some music.

𖤐 As mentioned, Eddie is really upbeat and extroverted but sometimes on rare occasions his personality can do a total 360 and this super confident and carefree person has turned into a vulnerable and remorse filled mess. This usually happens at night and it’s when he needs you most. What will he do if you aren’t staying with him, you ask? He’ll totally try and sneak into your house or throw rocks at your window so he can get your attention and then explain the situation.

𖤐 You are the only person who gets to see his vulnerable side.

𖤐 He is the type of partner who absolutely adores to mess around with your hands.

𖤐 When you guys are chilling out, or at any given time,his hands will always linger to yours and intertwine your fingers together and raise your hand so he can kiss it.

𖤐 Would 100% draw stuff like music notes and skulls on your hands and arms!

𖤐 He also loves to compare hand sizes.

𖤐 He does enjoy pda a lot but it has to be at the right time. But don't get me wrong he does love to show you off and see all of the confused and shocked expressions from the 'popular' folks, but sometimes you guys may only link pinkies or something like that to stay on the down low around certain people and so you both aren't constantly getting teased (*cough* Dustin *cough*).

𖤐 Now speaking of D&D Eddie will definitely try to coax you into joining the Hellfire Club if you aren't apart of it already. If you are already a part of Hellfire he is even more ecstatic to play!

𖤐 The way he carries out the game in such an upbeat manner and keeps everyone invested is honestly awesome! I wish I could play DnD with him Mike, Will, Dustin and Lucas

𖤐 Expect to be invited to his trailer quite often to listen to rock and metal music, watch cheesy horror films, play D&D etc

𖤐 Eddie talks so fucking much! Sometimes it can be annoying but it can also be very endearing. He's really opinionated and will get himself into trouble quite a lot because A) he will not shut up and B) he has many "unpopular opinions".

𖤐 Play fights are a very common thing between you, they're cause by the dumbest shit.

𖤐 I imagine that Eddie's love language would probably quality time and words of affirmation.

𖤐 He loves to tease you, so make sure you do not let this man know any of your weaknesses...he will use then against you.

𖤐 The both of you would go out for walks in the forest and mess around as if you were both 8 years old again.

𖤐 He'd definitely carve yours and his initials in a tree either when he's by himself or when you are present but not looking. (Definitely a softy for that type of stuff).

𖤐 Shits bound to be vandalised whenever and wherever you go out. Spray paint will literally cover every billboard in Hawkins.

𖤐 If you steal any of his shirts, he will honestly melt. He'll try and put the tough guy act on but will eventually cave and fail.

𖤐 The only t-shirt that I think you probs wouldn’t be able to get away with in is his hellfire one. This is purely because he wears it 24/7 and he may complain over the fact that you’ve got your own if your part of the club.

𖤐 The same thing can go for his jackets. He adores the way you look in them, but he probably won’t let you keep them for very long (he’s very attached to them).

𖤐 He loves to get high with you! The constant rambling that occurs between the both of you is not stop and honestly hilarious. Lots and lots of stupid conspiracy theories that make no sense whatsoever, joking on and doing stupid pisstakes of students and teachers you guys know...and I wouldn't be surprised if some freaky shit happened within that time frame either.

𖤐 Make-out sessions will also either always occur in his room, in his van, the forest or an empty classroom. To be honest I think that he wouldn't really care about the location, just as long as you are comfortable.

[phyllisthefirst]

[This fic is entirely about the fictionalized representations of the men of Easy Company that we see on the show. I mean no disrespect to the real men by writing this.]

Summary: Don is determined to do no more than the bare minimum in his new assignment as "Technical Advisor" for an Airborne exhibition. He'll leave the actual work to the historian in charge while he tries to deal with the memories that keep coming up, of D-Day and everyone he lost after it. If only Miss Mowbray weren't so damn determined to make him actually give a damn.

Warnings: Flashbacks to war, undiagnosed/untreated PTSD, period-typical attitudes towards PTSD and mental health.

Tagging @next-autopsy - I'm finally inspired to write again, and I even wrote a bit for my other fic as well.

Babe, there's something tragic about you, something so magic about you - Part 4

[Part 3]

Determined to start being helpful right away, Don insists on supplying some more of his memories, no matter how much he dreads it. They don't immediately have a phone interview with another Easy Company man scheduled, because while Luz was willing enough to talk, the others need some more convincing. So, once Miss Mowbray is done going over her notes, they sit down and Don talks.

At first, the words flow freely and with a smile, buoyed by fond memories of his brothers in arms and - if he's honest - egged on by the comparison with Luz's fearless candor. He's not going to let one of his friends show him up in front of Miss Mowbray.

Still, at some point, even his determination isn’t enough to keep him going. He can't even pinpoint which echo of violence is the one that turns into one too many, but from one moment to the next he's struggling to talk, then to breathe, his chest getting tighter with each desperate gasp for air.

Suddenly, he's not in their cramped little office anymore but running across a dike in Holland, crouching in a foxhole in Bastogne, trying not to breathe in the stench of death hanging over a forest just outside Landsberg.

When her hand ghosts over his back, cool and gentle, he nearly snarls at her to get away, leave him to the grief and the ugly memories - memories of things he's seen and suffered, yes, but also things he's done with his own hands. Things he's seen people do to other people that are too horrendous to comprehend, let alone communicate. But he can't speak and so she doesn't leave, only continues rubbing soothing circles on his back and murmuring things he can't decipher. It doesn't really matter what she's saying, but her voice sounds like a safe haven, bringing back echoes not of war and violence but of a long-ago time filled with things like the taste of fresh-baked cookies, the smell of a girl’s perfume at a dance, the sound of his parents talking quietly in the kitchen.

Slowly, the fog begins to lift. When he begins being aware of more than her hand and her voice, he notices that he's slumped forward in his chair, nearly tipping over. His hands are gripping his knees so tight that they're beginning to hurt, and when he tries to straighten back up, his muscles are so cramped they flare up in agony at suddenly being told to move again.

He can't meet her eyes. He wanted to be strong for her attempt to honor the men who used to fight at his side and aren't anymore, but now he's… this.

“Come on,” she says. Her voice suggests pity he would balk at, if he wasn't so goddamn tired all of a sudden. “Let's get some fresh air.”

Her hand appears in his field of vision, giving his still blurry eyes something to focus on. It takes him another moment to figure out that she means for him to take said hand and stand up. When he does, experimentally, he finds that it's possible, his aching limbs only putting up a momentary protest.

They walk out into the quiet neighborhood, a suburban area mostly shaped by small industrial units, workshops and warehouses, entirely lacking the glamour of his hotel's much more central surroundings. He hasn't seen more than the streets he passes on the way from the métro to the hangar, but he usually enjoys his daily walk. Something about the banal nature of the area has a grounding effect on him, reminding him a little of the similarly utilitarian streets around the port back home in Astoria.

“Would you like me to talk about something?”, her voice cuts through his disoriented musings.

He nods his head, and she begins talking about her family back home - a little sister, sweet but rambunctious and likely to get into fights on the schoolyard, a mother who moved right from her parents' home into her husband’s to become a homemaker and who cried when she sent her daughter off to college, a father who taught history and literature at the local high school and who watched her academic career with equal parts jealousy and pride. She doesn't outright say all of these things, but they shine through in her words and he jumps at the chance to dissect them, a welcome distraction from a past overshadowed by war and a welcome chance to puzzle her out a little further.

By the time she has to think longer about new stories to tell, the fog in his head has cleared, and they've reached a little park.

“This used to be a hunting lodge,” she explains as they pass through an ornate wrought-iron gate. “It was turned into a field hospital at some point during the war, but now the park has been returned to the population. It's quite popular.”

He can see that: Everyone who hasn't left Paris and isn't currently at work seems to have congregated in this very spot. There are old men playing Boule on a stretch of gravel near the entrance, women pushing prams along the walkways, children chasing each other across the lawn.

Everywhere around him are signs of life, life outside the battlefield that has persisted through all the recent years’ hardships and is growing back now, stronger than ever - almost as if the city itself was addressing him. “This is what you fought for”, it says. “This is why it was worth it.”

When they finally turn back, breathing comes easy again.

***

They slip into a new routine: First, they call someone from Easy or one of the other companies - Luz has spread word of their project and persuaded a few other men to contribute. Afterwards, they sort through her notes, neatly transcribing them by typewriter, and then going through which parts of the report are new and could be used for the exhibition.

The days are longer now and more often than not, Don declines invitations from the other men to go out, ignoring their confused looks as he rushes back to their little office.

There’s a sense of peace here, even though they’re surrounded by stories of war. It must have something to do with what they’re trying to achieve, as if by writing down and sorting through all those stories, they’re applying order to something that for so long has just been chaos and noise in his head.

Or maybe it’s her, he thinks, then quickly pushes the idea aside. Startled by his own thoughts, he gets to his feet abruptly, only to freeze in place when she looks up at him with a quizzical expression.

“I’m starving,” he blurts out. “Do you wanna get out of here, get something to eat?”

He doesn’t notice that he’s said anything unusual but she keeps staring at him, eyes as wide as saucers.

“Are you talking to me?”

He looks around pointedly, drawing her attention to the fact that there’s no one else around.

“Don’t you eat?”

“I usually have a sandwich at my desk.”

“Well, I don’t have a sandwich with me, and we’ve been sitting here for hours. I could use a change of scenery.”

“You’ve never asked me to get lunch with you,” she points out, and he cringes - another thing his mother would have a lot to say about.

“Well, I’m asking now. And it’s closer to dinner, really.”

She seems surprised by this, but one glance at her watch confirms it - it’s half past six, and outside the sun is starting to set.

“Come on,” he nudges, and she slowly sets down her pencil. She seems almost mistrustful, and he wonders for a moment if he should be offended. Then again, even though they’ve spent much more time together recently, it was always in the context of work. Their only private conversations were the ones about his experiences in the war, and even those were technically for their project.

Maybe it’s time to change that.

“So,” he begins once they’re seated at an outside table at the nearest bistro, “how did you get into military history?”

Again that look of surprise, which Don is quickly getting sick of. Has he behaved so badly that every instance of civil behavior from him is going to elicit the same reaction?

“Well, I’ve always been interested in history, reading every history book and biography I could get my hands on. I wasn’t planning on going to university, my family couldn’t afford it. But then a distant aunt left me a large sum of money in her will, on the condition that it be used to send me to college. So, off I went, leaving behind my little hometown for the first time in my life to head straight to Harvard.” She smiles a little, almost to herself. “I trained myself to speak without an accent, just so people wouldn’t immediately hear that I was a clueless country bumpkin.”

Don is a little stunned at her story - it contradicts the entire picture he’s painted of her in his head, an image apparently made up entirely of baseless assumptions. She’s neither rich nor well-traveled then, just a girl who liked history books and had a generous sponsor.

“The military history happened sort of by accident - just a matter of which professors were willing to give a thesis assignment or a researcher job to a woman. At least it got my father interested in finally having a conversation with me.”

She lets out a short, dry laugh, then seems to remember who she’s talking to. With a shy glance at him, she says apologetically:

“Please ignore that. It’s been a long week.”

“Only because you don’t know when to stop working.” A wry smile curls her lips, and he continues before she can say what’s obviously on the tip of her tongue: “And I don’t mean compared to me. I mean in general.”

She sighs but doesn’t reply, and it occurs to him that this is the perfect opening for something he’s been meaning to say.

“I wanted to apologize, for the way I’ve been acting when I first got here. I wasn’t very helpful.”

“I’m sure you had your reasons.”

“No better ones than any other man.” Because that’s what it comes down to: When he got here, he was worn down from months of war and loss, unable to imagine ever not feeling this way again. But he wasn’t the only one who made it through this war, so why should he get to use it as an excuse? “I’m going to do better from now on.”

She turns her head to smile at him fully, and with the way the evening sunlight hits her face, the sight takes his breath away for a moment. She’s never looked at him like this before, open and soft, and now that he has, he could kick himself for needlessly denying them moments like this.

“What about you, Sergeant Malarkey? What led you here?”

He isn’t sure how honest he should be in his answer, but luckily, something else occurs to him first.

“You know, I think we should drop the formalities, don’t you? Just call me Don, if you’d like to.”

Another smile, one that triggers a burst of relief inside him - despite their recent truce, he still half-expected to be rebuffed.

“I’d like to.” She holds out her hand over the table for him to shake. “Then you must call me Beatrice.”

The waiter comes for their orders just then, and afterwards, she returns to her question about his journey to Paris. He’s a little apprehensive at first, not quite sure how far back the war has tainted his memories. But it turns out to be easy to talk about Astoria, about his family and friends and his short foray into academic life. He shortens the way from Toccoa to Paris into two short sentences - she's already heard about his time on the front, and there's not much more to say about the last stretch of his trip other than he was sent here to assist. He doesn't get into why he of all people was chosen for the task, but considering how she saw him lose control the other day, she can probably guess at the truth. He chooses not to dwell on it.

“Look at me, yammering on. You should have stopped me!”

“Why? I liked listening to you.”

And damn if that isn’t a powerful thing to hear.

The thing is, Don isn’t usually prone to brooding or questioning himself, didn’t use to be at least. But lately, with the war appearing to slowly come to an end, he’s found himself wondering: If you take away the things he’s done in battle, the Bronze Star and the Purple Heart and whatnot, what does he actually have to show for the last three years of his life?

The way Miss M…- Beatrice listens to him, head tilted slighty to the side and eyes alert and serious, makes him think that maybe he does have more to offer than the fact that he happened to survive a war so many others did not, even if he isn’t sure himself what that might be.

“You're a good listener,” he blurts because the silence is threatening to get too long but also because he means it, more than his tone perhaps manages to convey: Just by listening to his ramblings, she's made him feel more human than anything else in the last months.

She lowers her eyes, apparently a little unsure how to handle the compliment.

“Thank you. It's a valuable skill in my line of work.”

Her work. Of course.

He's been so focused on the way he's been distancing himself from her his first weeks here he hasn't stopped to consider that maybe she preferred it that way. Maybe she was glad to be left alone, and had no interest at all in the attention of someone like him. Maybe even now, she's gathering intel for her project, background information about one of its subjects.

A wave of bitterness threatens to rise inside him at the thought. But then he looks up, at her open, genuinely interested expression, and it ebbs away again. Her interest can't have been all academic, he thinks, and chooses not to question why that suddenly seems so important.

He's relieved when the arrival of their drinks cuts into the conversation. By the time they've tasted the wine and conversed politely about its quality (not that he knows jack all about the quality of French wine), he feels stable enough again to bring the conversation back to her.

It's interesting to hear about her studies, even more so because she’s clearly passionate about them, about academic life in general. She'd have to be, he assumes, to make it all the way through Harvard. Don's reasoning for going to college was always more utilitarian, just a way to get a better job afterwards. Nonetheless, as he listens to her now he recalls enjoying himself, enjoying learning about new things and questioning his own beliefs. There wasn't much room for any of that these past three years, unless you count learning about ways to kill and not be killed. It’s downright refreshing to just spend an evening filling his mind with things that don't translate into immediate action, just for the sake of exercising his brain.

By the time they're done with their simple but tasty meal, he feels more rested and alert than he has since he got here.

When they get back to the hangar, they expect to find it deserted - but instead, all the lights are on, loud music is blaring from the radio the mechanics usually carry around with them, and upon entering the building, they find all the men inside in various stages of drunkenness.

“What's going on here?”, Beatrice asks.

A serviceman, staggering by with a bottle of wine in hand, hears her even over the noise. Before either of them can see it coming, he throws an arm around both their shoulders and pulls them close.

“War’s over!”, he shouts. “Victory in Japan, they just announced it on the radio!”

With that, he squeezes Don’s shoulder and presses a quick kiss to Beatrice's cheek before stumbling on towards his comrades. Looking over at her, he gets momentarily distracted by the blush spreading across her cheek. For a heartbeat, he wishes he was as bold as that mechanic. Then the full meaning of the man's words finally hits him: The war is over. That voracious beast that stole so much from him is slain.

Before he can question it, he's pulled her close and followed the mechanic's example in planting an enthusiastic kiss to her cheek. To his great satisfaction, she blushes even harder. Taking her hand, he pulls her over to where the mechanics have set up their wine bottles and radio.

“Come on, let's celebrate!”

And celebrate they do. Beatrice seems a little shy initially, but the wine does its part to bridge the gulf between her and the men, at least for tonight, and Don makes sure no one makes her feel unwelcome. On the contrary, it doesn't take long before she's sitting amongst them, looking prim and proper even while swigging Merlot from the bottle. With the men's laughter all around and the taste of wine and cigarettes on his tongue and a jubilant swing number on the radio, he can't help but feel impossibly light all of a sudden. Before he knows what he's doing, Don is on his feet.

“You know how to dance, Mowbray?”, he asks Beatrice, then doesn't give her time to answer before he's pulled her to her feet. “Because I think this calls for dancing!”

He starts off swinging her clumsily across the empty middle of the hangar, his head buzzing with wine and excitement and his limbs no longer used to this kind of exercise.

By the time the song shifts into a slower one and he has to reel in his wild moves for more sedate ones, she looks a little relieved.

“I'm sorry, I guess I'm a little rusty.”

She shrugs.

“And I'm a little drunk. Not the best conditions for dancing. But hey, the war's over.”

“I can't really believe it,” he admits and, perhaps because she's admitted to being drunk, an uncharacteristic moment of vulnerability on her part, says some more of what's going through his head. “Some part of me was afraid it would never end.”

She doesn't reply, but he can feel her eyes on him, can imagine all too well that look she gets when she listens intently.

“I've been on the line for 172 days, but I'm still those last few points short of going home. When Major Winters sent me here, he told me he didn't expect to see me again anytime soon. But some part of me was always waiting for the other shoe to drop. When I left, the others were waiting to get their orders for the Pacific. I could never quite decide if I'd want to go with them when the call came, or be far away.” And leave them to fend for themselves in the hell over there, that guilt-darkened part of him adds silently.

He can feel the darkness creeping in again, the breathlessness, when her hand moves from his shoulder to the back of his neck to cup it softly, her thumb on his pulse reminding it to slow down.

“Now you don't have to decide. You're not going over there, and neither are your friends. You're safe. All of you.”

He looks at her now, because the words are too good to be true - everything he longed to hear for over a year now. Her expression confirms the truth, the warm, encouraging smile as well as the underlying grief in her eyes.

“The war is over, Don.”

“The war is over,” he repeats. He doesn't know what that means for him, exactly, but for now it means exactly what she said: He's safe, and so are his friends.

For a moment, he thinks of the ones who didn't make it to safety. This time, before the wave can roll over him, he smiles and pulls her closer, and when he looks down, she's still smiling softly.

[herobrinemybeloved]

a day in the life of Herobrine

5am: he wakes up on and off and can't rest properly but doesn't want to leave the comfort of his bed so just lays there watching the sunrise through his curtains

6am: he lays there having an existential crisis, or masturbates either or idc

7am: he gets out of bed and loiters around the house in his slippers and dressing gown, also makes a coffee bc man hasn't slept correctly in decades

8am: shower and happy pills :D

if it's a work day he gets ready for work and leaves by 8:30

If it's a day off he stays in his jammies and stands on the lounge balcony w a coffee

He likes the serenity and peace of the forest the balcony overlooks, he likes to feel the crisp air on his chest and legs, he likes to watch the fog lift from the trees, he likes to watch the sky turn from dawn to day

hell still do this if it's snowing or raining because he's dead inside

Maybe if he doesn't feel like jumping off the balcony to his demise he might put some actual clothes on and go out to the town to do random things, like eat out or spend time with business associates or go shopping

Anything to fill the void

Usually tho he just stays home and wanders around like a ghost

Maybe he'll do some chores, prob not but he'll stare at the pile of dirty laundry with intent

Might go back to bed and read for a bit

He doesn't eat until like 1pm which is just before he works out, mostly at home or occasionally he'll go for a jog in the forest

6pm: he wants to die again but it's ok bc he goes out to eat at a fancy restaurant

Money can't buy happiness but it can buy 5 star steak and he loves steak

8pm: he gets home and procrastinates getting ready to hunt Entity down and possibly fight

10pm: he leaves the house once again and goes off into the forest where him and Entity battle w their lil swords it's so meet cute #couplegoals

They usually get freaky in the forest afterwards ssh don't disturb them

1am: he gets home and showers the sweat and blood and EntiCooties off before going to bed naked

He lays there wondering if his life is worth living

1:30am: Entity sends a voice note saying goodnight and that he loves him

1:35am: Herobrine falls asleep crying

[mrsbsmooth]

Hazeem NSFW Headcanons

Of course we never got anything to go on with Plant Daddy, but these are the HCs I've got for those of you who need a good watering.

I got an ask for this one ages ago, but I've been putting it off until I was done with TTIS, so I'll help put this poor person out of their misery.

18+ below the cut, obviously

-> M O U S T A C H E R I D E S

-> H U N G.

-> I T ' S T H E S I Z E O F A T R E E B R A N C H

-> Literally though. Man is hung like nothing else. Intimidatingly large cock.

-> Despite his enormous schlong, he knows what to do with it to avoid hurting her. Many a MILF has invited him in for a cool drink if you know what I mean. He's experienced. But no matter what, her eyes are going to be rolling back in her head.

-> He will warn her in advance. She will think he is joking. He is not joking.

-> And because he's aware of how big he is, he is the king of foreplay. See point one. MOUSTACHE RIDES

-> Looking at that moustache, you just know he keeps that downstairs hedge manicured. Takes presentation and hygiene seriously. But he's digging around in the dirt with plants all day, so you know he ain't afraid to get dirty. *chefs kiss*

-> Numbers are high. The girls want to climb this tree.

-> He also likes his girls with a little extra. He likes to be able to sink his teeth into some thicc, thicc, thicc, thicc ass and thighs. But he's bigggggg into titties. Loves them.

-> Might be also into dudes? I get a bi king vibe? I can also picture him actively enjoying butt stuff. He knows what he's doing.

-> Can and will teach her everything there is to know about BDSM. He is a dom. Proper and purist. Dom. But he's a casual one. He'll fuck however she wants it. But if someone's going to be tied up, it ain't him.

-> Can and will fuck her outside in nature. Knows a beautiful little forested spot that no one else will ever find.

-> He's loud in bed. He's yelling her name. And growling. He growls her name in her ear. "Yes, baby, just like that"

-> Grunting too. And groaning. Pick a noise. He's making it.

->Will pick her up and throw her over his shoulder if she wants him to. And have you seen him? She wants him to.

-> Fave positions: #3 - Spooning her, like Oliver. It's one of the most comfortable positions for her when he's hung like he is. #2 - Doggy. #1 - Up against a wall. He's so strong that it takes very little effort. Watching her eyes roll back as he holds her up gets. him. going.

-> I see him liking to cum on her face. I don't know why? He doesn't see it as degrading, nor would he want it perceived that way. The thing that gets him off more than anything is her enjoying herself. So if she's enjoying herself, he wants to come right there on the thing he's looking at.

[ballonleastadiumofficial]

(Cendrillon person here hiiiiiiiiii the fanfic was actually about TWST and I'm not sure if you play that so er im gonna make some generalisations in the form of fanfic tropes/storytelling)

Ok so the main character takes the place of Cendrillon and the love interest that of Prince Charming (ofc)

BUT

the story goes: MC's parents (both) die, an associate of their dad seizes the house, and is now the legal guardian of MC and at least 3 other boys he is implied to have kidnapped from their families. 2 of the 3 boys, who are all characters from the original franchise, are servants to the Associate and the last Kidnapped Boy, who looks pretty enough to be shoved into the role of Evil Stepsister except he's not actually evil, he's in as much shit as the others are, because they were all taken from their homes and prob will never see their family again.

MC is also a servant.

One fine day 2 years ago that is shown in a flashback, it turns out Cendrillon-MC met the Prince Charming-Love Interest in the forest behind the house, did not recognise him as Prince, and gives him a Nickname. It is a very cute nickname. They become friends and slowly fall in love, meeting in the forest every month.

Anyway the ball is held for PC-LI to find a suitor. Associate grabs Last Kidnapped Boy (I'll call him E for shortness' sake) and makes him undergo training and shit to attract the Prince's attention. Upon hearing that the crown jewels of the royal family will be on display at the ball, MC, First Kidnapped Boy (A), and Second Kidnapped Boy (D) hatch a plan: sneak into the ball dressed as a guest and 2 guards, steal the crown jewels, and run away to another country, sell the jewels, and live happily ever after.

There is no fairy godmother but thats ok because A and D help MC finish making the dress and MC's Shiny Litten pulls up a pair of golden shoes for them, that once belonged to their parents. Hooray.

They sneak into the ball about a half hour after Associate (C) and E, thanks to the grocery boy who is like 10 but can steer carriages well enough. A and D go to Commit Crime and MC pigs out at the buffet. Then, MC goes off to the garden and meets, gasp, the Prince (M). Except MC thinks M is a guard at the palace, but they walk around the garden, fall more in love, and dance under the moonlight (best trope ever)

And then midnight, the agreed meeting time for Heist Trio, strikes. MC startles, and runs off, drops a golden shoe. An actual guard calls out to M with his actual title and MC is shooketh because the one they fell in love with was the Prince what the heck did not expect that. Prince M chases after (he is very fast) but E finds MC, and helps them by hiding them in a closet, and then E and MC meet up with A and D. To get home, E turns out to have wicked rapidash skills and drives them home, crown jewels and all.

The thing is, the next day, a guy from the palace appears, and says that an entourage will be by in a few hours or so to find the owner of the Golden Shoe. As Associate will kknow that the shoe is MC's parents', he'll know they snuck out to the ball last night and all three will get in trouble, so E drives A and D to the palace so they can steal the shoe back from the palace first. MC arrives right as they all get arrested and tossed into the dungeons because man those guards are efficient for ONCE.

And then MC meets M in his bedroom, M says sorry he didn't tell them earlier, and turns out A used sleight of hand to put the centerpiece of the crown jewels into MC's jacket pocket, and when MC returns the ring to M he proposes to them. They said yes hooray

MC's friends are a bit in shock that MC is now marrying the Prince but ultimately support them. Prince helps them find their families. Associate has already fled but MC doesn't care anymore. The ending was a bit rushed but man the storytelling, the descriptions and characterizations were super vivid. I liked it because the language was obviously helping along the romance (I love prose) and it had me shaking back and forth in my seat in glee because romance is the one genre i did not expect to like but here we are

thats it bye

...

Well. I hope this helped you get some excitement out of your system.

[kira-the-whump-enthusiast]

Issac for the emoji ask meme! Im pretty sure he's the forest guy! Or perhaps the detective guy tasked with finding the missing prince? So sorry, i forgot that guy's name (I put in a lot of emojis bc its fun to hear u talk about ur ocs)

⚠️ - If this oc came with a warning sign, what would it be?

💭 - How is their mental health? Do they struggle with guilt or shame?

❗- What are the highest priorities to this oc (at a point in their life of your choosing)?

🌊 - Does this oc have a secret or repressed desire?

✨ - Tell something that makes this oc feel happy!

🗡️ - Does this oc have a signature object, accessory, or weapon?

🧡 - Physical touch: good or bad for this oc?

🐺 - How does this oc deal with solitude?

🦷 - Would this oc ever bite someone?

📓 - Do you associate any quotes or lyrics with this oc?

Isaac did fuck off to the forest for an extended period of time yes :D And the detective guy is Ruqing!!! I'll answer these questions for both of them

Also thank you bestie :D I love your ocs too!!!

Questions from here <2

⚠️ - If this oc came with a warning sign, what would it be?

Okay Isaac is literally a walking warning sign. I don't even know how you could fit everything on it. I mean he's a serial killer, his ego is bigger than the sun, he is a cannibal, and he has extreme power and control issues. I feel like that'd be a good start for the warning sign.

Ruqing probably would have like. A warning sign that's like "under a fuck ton of stress right now." He is not doing well. Having an imminent execution does that to you.

💭 - How is their mental health? Do they struggle with guilt or shame?

HAHAHAHA you don't even know man.

Isaac has mental health problems because you know. The trauma. The tortures. He doesn't really feel any guilt or shame for his actions—but he does feel a lot of shame over the things people have done to him. Why couldn't he have stopped it? He copes with this by attempting to not think about it at all which is definitely extremely healthy.

Ruqing has a lot of guilt and shame. Especially over the whole almost-killing-his-only-friend thing. He has apologized for that so much and it eats at him every night. Sung-Jae just doesn't really wanna talk about it. He also feels ashamed cuz his former family and friends abandoned him—was he not good enough?

❗ - What are the highest priorities to this oc (at a point in their life of your choosing)?

Isaac's main priorities are to feel powerful, to make sure that no one hurts him ever again, and to enjoy himself as much as he can by doing whatever the fuck he wants to. Mostly these desires manifest in a lot of murder. And cannibalism. But that's Isaac for you. The safest person is a dead person--and murder is an easy power high for Isaac. So yeah, dude has problems.

Ruqing's highest priority is to stay alive, simple as that. Though, avoiding his execution means completing an impossible task to find the missing crown prince who's probably dead, so he's not sure if he can really achieve that. But he's not going out without at least fucking trying. His second highest priority, if he survives? To regain his place in the world, the status he once held. And maybe if he finds the missing prince, he'll be back in the good graces of his family, his friends, and the nobility.

🌊 - Does this oc have a secret or repressed desire?

Isaac has a lot of secrets, though few are particularly important to him. He loves lying and trickery (also it's a great way to get out of murder charges), so he has a lot of little secrets. He does try to keep them all hidden. His biggest secret is definitely like, all his trauma. He will not tell people about the lowest points in his life, because he prefers to pretend like they never happened. He wants to forget about the times he was powerless, helpless, and hurt.

Isaac definitely has a lotttttt of repressed desires. Like the desire to have a friend, or someone to be close to. Someone to trust. But that's buried under heaps and heaps of fear and cynicism, so it's not really getting unearthed anytime soon. And besides, he also thinks that everyone's beneath him--and so no one can be his confidant. Sometimes if he finds a fellow immortal, he'll give into camaraderie—which honestly he really fucking needs.

He also has a repressed desire that he feels a lot of shame about—namely, he wishes that someone could have saved him from his fate. The worst part about his time with the executioners, and his stint in the basement cell? He knew that someone could have helped him, saved him, and no one did. But this want goes so against Isaac's preferred image of himself--an island, an exalted being above the masses--that he can't help but hate himself whenever he feels this way.

Ruqing has secrets. He has lots of secrets. They're not his secrets, though. He keeps them for his family and his friends and his government because they matter to him, and also because he'd be damned if he spilled anything. He does have some repressed desires--he wishes that he could live a life with no strings attached. He wishes that his family's love wasn't so conditional, that his former friendships weren't so fragile at the core. It's a repressed desire cuz he kinda has an emotional overload when he thinks about it, so he bottles everything up instead.

✨ - Tell something that makes this oc feel happy!

Isaac would say all the murder and cannibalism makes him happy but honestly it mostly just gives him a sense of control which isn't exactly analogous to happiness. He doesn't really have much that makes him feel like really happy. Except for good food and wine.

Ruqing has a cat that makes him happy :D He loves her very much. Also just like, hanging out with Sung-Jae. Eating fancy chocolates. Things that can distract him from the very horrible turn his life has taken.

🗡️ - Does this oc have a signature object, accessory, or weapon?

Isaac has a old silver ring he wears on his right hand. It was stolen from his first ever victim, a woman named Marcelina. She's pretty much the only victim whose name Isaac cares to remember, cuz her name is engraved on the inside of the ring. It's also the only trophy he's ever taken, mostly cuz he wanted to commemorate his new life that started with the whole serial killing thing.

Ruqing has a fun little locket that Sung-Jae got him. It's a silvery thing with a picture of his cat inside. The cat is very cute and her name is Birdie.

🧡 - Physical touch: good or bad for this oc?

Isaac's not very good with physical touch. He does need a hug, but also he's really traumatized and tbh a hug prolly isn't the best thing for him. He's very jumpy about touch due to the fact that like. Most of the time he's had physical contact with other people, it's been very violent in nature. He's also pretty scared of other people hurting him. So like if someone were to touch him, he'd jump to conclusions. And try to hurt the other person first before they have any opportunity to hurt him. So yeah, not a good idea for anyone tbh. In very rare circumstances, a friend can touch him and walk away unscathed.

Ruqing needs a hug, and he's pretty receptive to physical touch! Honestly dude is pretty touch starved. The first time Sung-Jae hugged him he was holding back tears. Sometimes when he's having Emotions Sung-Jae and him hold hands :) they are besties

🐺 - How does this oc deal with solitude?

Isaac deals with solitude so so so fucking badly. Like he literally got immured alone in a basement for 200 years. He can stand being alone for short amounts of time, and honestly he's not really into people anyways so he's very isolated, but leaving this guy alone in a locked room is the quickest way to make this guy fucking panic. He tries to like, always be near other people, but never be with them. He likes cities, because there's a lot of people around but no one pays attention to him. Unless they're too crowded. Then he is biting and maiming to get away.

Ruqing used to be pretty good with solitude. Like he was the kinda guy who stayed home with a good book and a comfy chair. But now being alone makes him prone to go into a whole spiral about like, you know the whole execution and having to complete an impossible task to receive amnesty. Sometimes he needs to be alone to feel safe, but most of the time he likes having someone nearby. Especially Sung-Jae, cuz he feels really safe around her.

🦷 - Would this oc ever bite someone?

Isaac loves biting people! That's what. That's what he does. He commits cannibalism a lot you know. Also Isaac is a character in one of my friend's story and in that he literally greets one of his friends by jumping out of nowhere and biting him. For fun.

Ruqing isn't into biting. He doesn't get the point. He has better things to bite, like food.

📓 - Do you associate any quotes or lyrics with this oc?

THE ENTIRETY OF DR SUNSHINE IS DEAD FOR ISAAC This entire song is Extremely Isaac. I think the entire song fits him, but especially these two verses:

When did I become afraid of the dark? Are my eyeballs just yet to adjust to seeing the light? The room I’m in is still the same, the shadows have not rearranged it No the only thing that’s changed is how I see at night I fumble for the switch and strap on infrareds and wish For sunshine when the morning’s somewhere else But I can’t change what time it is or dilate my irises Only what I look at, and I’m looking at myself!

When did I become afraid of the dark? Was it when I left the cave and swore I’d never go back? If we can’t see each other then there’s no more use for hiding I’ve decided I’ll abide it, why deny the color black? I’m not a flower, not a solar-powered calculator Damn my eyes for seeing what’s not there! I’ll trade in vision for a practiced intuition Till my fears come to fruition I’m not scared!

Honestly I might be taking the song a little literally. But like hey! If it works it works!

For Ruqing- definitely The Song With Five Names!! Also by Will Wood actually and from the same album lmao I think it's the existential crisis vibes, and these lyrics from the song especially:

You can break a shovel when you break new ground You dig dirt up when you dig deep down You should know better than that by now It’s not profound to know that you can never know

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Hullo!! This is so late but for the ask meme if you're still doing it? :D

🌹🍁🌺💫 for Lazarus and Keev? :D

ABSOLUTELY I'm always down to talk about my kiddos lol~

🌹 Where in the world does your OC feel most at home? Is there any reason why? If it’s not the place they were born, where were they born? Is there a certain somebody that makes them feel at home where ever they may be? What does home mean to them?

Lazarus: Man. I don't know if he's got a place like that. The closest is probably when he gets to nap as a wolf, curled up under a tree or maybe on Eurydice's lap, but he's SO guarded and on edge that he doesn't get to feel like that much. We just got confirmation that he was NOT from Barovia, just somewhere on the Material Plane, but not sure where bc his grandfather wasn't exactly forthcoming lol. Eurydice most of the time- she let him squat in her orphanage's barn and never tried to pressure him too much, but she DOES sort of hover and fuss in ways that he doesn't like (but so many people do that rn). Home is somewhere people don't judge him.

Keev: It used to be his family's kitchen at home, but.... He hasn't actually been back since the accident (being declared dead, buried, and then deemed an undead abomination even though you're NOT (technically) undead, just barely connected to the living sort of puts a damper on going home.) And knowing that his parents knew he'd die if he became a wizards' apprentice but didn't fight the assignment bc it was an honor for their family, makes it a LITTLE soured. But really, any time he gets to cook feels comforting, or, failing that, just spending time w/ his twin sister. (She's sort of his whole world) Home to Keev is comfort. Protection. A warm place to let down your guard- a hearth.

🍁 Where does your OC go when they need to have some time to themself? Would they ever have their own “comfort corner” filled with all the things they like? Do they have a favourite spot outside that feels like its theirs and theirs alone?

Lazarus: Usually he just f-cks off to the woods outside Valaki lmao~ The hayloft in the barn is also a usual haunt for him- it's where he sleeps and hides the stuff he's found/stolen, and where he goes when he doesn't need to work off excess energy (Q has also added some decorations, like a large stop sign her fey prince gave her) In the forest there's definitely an area with more scratched up trees that he frequents for working off energy, hunting small animals, and just climbing up trees to nap or sulk lol

Keev: Right now, he and his sister are on the road too much- they don't have a 'base' outside a magical shelter, so it's difficult to make a place feel like "his". But he does like journaling and pressing flowers, so that may count as a "comfort corner" as he doesn't remember anything after they passed the magical barrier outside their home country. He'll just turn invisible and slink off if he gets overwhelmed, but most times right now he doesn't want to be too far from his sister.

🌺 What does your OC do to calm down when they’re scared or after a nightmare? Do they have any special comfort items or need to be reassured by a specific person? How do they handle this if they’re alone?

Lazarus: Depends on what's scaring him TBH. Most times, he'll just bolt, maybe drop some Darkness and then start jumping through shadows, but LATELY the source of his fear has been Kindness and Strahd, which has been.... tricky, and he's been freezing up as part of him wants to run and another part instinctively wants to obey. After the scare has passed, he usually has a lot of pent up energy and he gets aggressive or needs to let it out somewhere, like just running, hitting something, or scratching up a tree if he can't pick a fight

Keev: So much stimming! Usually he seeks out his sister to tell her about it and just not be alone, because he's had quite a few meltdowns and panic attacks recently from his claustrophobia and other recent fears, and since his magic is tied to fear and reacts to it, it can be dangerous. If he's alone, he tends to just withdraw and curl up to ride it out as best he can

💫What is your favourite fact about this character and why?

Lazarus: ....okay so I JUST found out he was literally MADE from pieces of the rest of his vampiric family, then basically "jump-started" by a great old one, which is WILD- like what a way to have a biologically connected vampire den??? And I love that bc the DM just casually dropped that at the end of last session and reminded us that he mentioned that Laz' arms are different skin tones sdfghjkl;??

Keev: He's agnostic even though he's literally met several gods because he's seen them be fallible and doesn't think they've proven themselves more worthy of worship than anyone else. Also in his ideal world, he could be a paladin who draws faith from other people and their inherent goodness (But he's not very confident in his martial abilities as he was trained classically in arcana and now dealing with shadow magic)

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The Mephisto Ring

Episode Recap #43: The Mephisto Ring Original Airdate: April 15, 1989

Starring: John D. LeMay as Ryan Dallion Louise Robey as Micki Foster Chris Wiggins as Jack Marshak (credit only)

Guest cast: Denis Forest as Donald Wren James Purcell as Anthony Macklin Doris Petrie as Mrs. Wren Jack Duffy as William Wren Michael Woods as Angelo A.C. Peterson as Louis Hunt (as Alar Aedma) David McKnight as Johnny Morrow Paul MacCallum as Mike Steve Whistance-Smith as Benny (as Steven Whistance-Smith) Bill Vibert as Sleazy Hood

Written by Marilyn Anderson (teleplay) & Billy Riback (teleplay) and Peter Largo (story)

Directed by Bruce Pittman

We are in 1982, a man on the phone talking about coming to collect from his bookie. He's watching a car race and holding a ring. Someone else is loading a gun and the proceeds to shoot the man in head, killing him, blood hitting the television screen.

Jump to the present, and a young man is also watching a car race. He isn't happy with the race and kicks in the tv screen. His mother rushes in to see what's going on. She realizes Donald, her son, has bet on something after promising not to. He says he has debts to pay. He grabs his coat and heads through their store, looking for money in the cash register. His mother is trying to get through to him when someone knocks on the door. Donald asks her to send the person away, afraid he'll get killed like his dad. He hides when the man enters, letting his mother get punched in the face. The man finds Donald and roughs him up, breaking his finger.

In their apartment, the man is going through the mother's jewelry and finds an old World Series ring. He puts it on, but it begins to shoot arcs of electricity, breaking the mirror and throwing the man around the room. He is eventually killed as Donald watches. Then Donald takes the ring off of him and in the gem in the center he sees the winner of a horse race.

At Curious Goods, Micki is on the phone with the police property room, asking about a World Series ring. They can't help her. Ryan says the ring was the very first thing Uncle Louis listed in the manifest, so it's been out in the world the longest. Micki says they know the ring was made for the Chicago White Sox, a shoe in to win the Series in 1919, but they threw the game. Then it was sold. Micki wonders if the ring could be associated with gambling.

Donald is tending to his mother, telling her it'll all be okay and that his luck is changing. He kisses her and heads out. His mother notices her ransacked jewelry and that the ring is missing.

At a club, a bookie, Macklin, is counting money brought by his goons. They tell Mr. Macklin that a fellow goon, Angelo, is missing after going to Donald's for payment. They wonder if Angelo took the money. Macklin tells the goons to split up and look for Angelo and talk to Donald.

Micki and Ryan are going through all their files pertaining to gambling when Donald's mother comes in to the store. She has one of their mailers. She said she had an old World Series ring they might want. She then tells them the ring was just stolen. Ryan asks why she didn't bring it back when she had it, but Micki realizes the lady knows the ring is cursed. She said she wasn't sure she could trust them. She also tells them about her husband using the ring to win at gambling. She says the cops though Macklin killed him, but couldn't prove it. But now she is afraid her son is using the ring.

At a bar, Donald comes in happy and flush with cash. He buys drinks for all but the bartender wants his tab paid. Macklin's goon wants the money Donald owes, and takes him out, driving him home to get the rest of his money. Donald tries to get the man to try on the ring, and leaves him with it while he pretends to head in to his home. The ring kills again, Donald watching and laughing as it does. He then rushes to the car, takes the ring off the dead man, and sees the winning goal of a hockey game in the gem. His mother watches from the window. Donald drags the dead man to the sewer and drops him inside.

Later, he is showing his mother the new television he bought, and an expensive necklace, but she won't touch it. She knows how he is winning. He says he's paid off his debts, and now wants to use his new luck to break Macklin. She tells him she saw him kill that man, but Donald won't stop. He takes off.

Micki is still researching Macklin when Ryan comes in with the paper, and shows her an article about Donald winning big. They suspect he's using the ring and head out to find him.

At the bar, Donald pays his bar tab. The bartender and another man question him paying back Macklin, and Donald says he is going to own him, soon, and heads out. The other man follows. Outside, the guy, Benny, wants in on whatever Donald is into. Donald tells him to get lost, so the guy threatens to go to Macklin. Donald calls Benny over, shows him his good luck charm and tells him to try it on. Benny does, as Donald steps away and the ring throws Benny around, killing him. In the ring's gem, Donald sees the winning play at the end of a basketball game.

Micki and Ryan arrive at the Wren family store, and ask her about Donald. She tells them he has the ring, but he wouldn't hurt innocent people. She insists they can't call the cops, and they say they just want the ring. She was going to check his favorite bars, so they offer to take her.

At the bar, Donald is watching the basketball game when his mom, Micki and Ryan arrive. She goes to talk to Donald, begging him to stop gambling. She wants the ring, he won't fork it over. She tells him his father died over it, but nothing can get through to her son. He wants to buy her dream retirement home in the Bahamas. She asks if he will stop using it after that, buying into his false promises. He tells her to go home. She tells Micki and Ryan that Donald will bring the ring back tonight. They don't believe it, so Micki tells Ryan to get the woman a cab and wait outside, she will try and get Donald to leave with her. Donald is watching the game and spots Micki at the bar.

Macklin is hearing from his goon about the other goons' bodies being found floating in the sewer. The phone rings, and it is the bartender alerting Macklin to Donald being in the bar. Macklin tells him not to let him leave.

Donald approaches Micki, offering to buy her a drink. She flirts back and says they should go somewhere quiet. The bartender asks where he's going, but Donald blows him off. Micki says they should go to Donald's place and they drive off, with Ryan following.

Donald notices Micki looking to make sure Ryan is behind them and thinks they are both working for Macklin. He speeds off, driving to a secluded spot and tries to force the ring on to Micki's finger. Micki bites his hand and takes off. Donald trips and is the confronted with Macklin's goon, who takes Donald. Micki comes out of hiding as Ryan finally finds her. They race off to find Donald.

At the closed club, the goons drop Donald in to a chair across from Macklin. The bookie wants to know how Donald's luck could change so quickly. Donald tries to say he has a system. Macklin says Donald's father had a system, too, and wants to know what it is. Donald won't tell him, so Macklin cuts off one of his fingers. He says he has more fingers to go before he kills him, then has his goons take him away.

At her store, Micki and Ryan fill in the old lady about Donald's latest shenanigans. She can't believe it, then tells them that Donald wants to ruin Macklin, blaming the bookie for his father's death. They head off to Macklin's club to find Donald as she swears it is the ring's fault, not Donald's.

Macklin is watching a boxing match, and has his goon bring Donald back. Donald is bloody, having been beaten up. Macklin wants to know who will win the match, and roughs Donald up some more.

Micki and Ryan pull up out front. Macklin is still pushing Donald for the outcome of the match. Donald lies, saying he just takes a guess. Ryan and Micki see a cab pull up with Donald's mother, who goes in to the club. They go to find way in.

Inside, Donald's mother is shocked to see the condition her son is in. Macklin wants her to talk sense in to her son. The boxing match ends with the opposite outcome Donald predicted, so Macklin wants to cut off another finger. His mother begs her son to tell the truth. But Donald says he'll just kill him like his father. Macklin says if he doesn't, he'll kill his mother. The goon takes him away again.

Outside, out back, Micki and Ryan are looking for a way inside. They see other gangsters enter a back door.

The goon is about to chop off another finger, when Donald tricks the man by telling him to take his ring. In the other room, his mother tells Macklin about the ring.

Micki approaches the goon outside and asks to be let in, and while he is distracted, Ryan knocks him out.

Donald shows the ring to the goon, saying it is good luck. Macklin isn't buying the story his mother is telling him, but they hear the goon's screams and rush to see what's happening. The ring kills the goon, Donald removes the ring and sees the winner of the bare-knuckle fighting match. Macklin and Donald's mother come in and see the dead man.

Donald tells Macklin what he saw, and then his mother tells Macklin to put the ring on and see for himself. Macklin takes it, look at it, and then him and his goon take them both outside. They go in to the other building where the gangsters went and we see it is full of people watching the cage fight Donald saw in the ring. Micki and Ryan also sneak inside.

Everyone is watching the fight, Macklin is wondering how Donald knew about it. Donald reiterates who will win, so Macklin places a bet on it. The fight goes on and the guy Donald said would win, wins. Macklin gets his winnings, then takes mother and son to another room. Micki and Ryan try to follow, but are stopped when a goon shuts the door.

In the office, Macklin wants to know how to use the ring to win more. Donald's mother tells him he just has to put the ring on to see. Macklin believes her and puts it on, and the ring does its business on the bookie as Donald laughs. Macklin is tossed around.

Micki notices the guard is distracted so she tells Ryan to get ready.

Macklin is killed and Donald goes to get the ring off the body. His mother begs him to give it up, but with Macklin dead, her son is more determined then ever. Ryan and Micki are confronted with another goon and this time Ryan tackles the guy, fighting him, before Micki knocks him out. Just as they enter the next room, they hear a gunshot, then inside see that Donald has just been shot by his mother. Micki takes the woman away as Ryan gets the ring.

At Curious Goods, Mrs. Wren admits it was her who killed her husband when he wouldn't stop using the ring in 1982. She says she had no choice then, or tonight. Ryan and Micki try to comfort her, and she asks if they are going to tell the police. They both shake their heads no, she says thank you, and leaves.

My thoughts:

A good episode. Well written, with an interesting cursed item. I like how it was a ring for a team that should have won, but didn't, and Louis used this part of it's own history in the curse.

Also liked the mini-mystery of who killed Donald's dad. Not sure if I guessed it the first time, but hard not to see who it was by the end.

I liked Mrs. Wren not being oblivious to what her husband, then son, were up to with the ring, and also trying to keep it safe herself, unsure what Micki and Ryan wanted with the flyer they sent her. She might not do the right thing, but she wants to do the right thing.

Denis Forest is always fun. He is almost like an honorary cast member at this point.

Liked Micki and Ryan doing calls and research to figure things out. Jack isn't here this week, but we see that he has taught them well.

Love Micki and Ryan's quips outside the club about getting good at this. Fun little moment between the two, and again shows how far they have come in a year and a half.

Just a good episode of the show, from start to finish.

Next week: A Friend to the End

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Lester Sinclair Fluff Alphabet!!

I simply adore Lester with every part of me 😳‼️

A ctivities - What do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them?

Lester enjoys every moment he has with you. But, if he truly had to pick a favourite, it would be going out for truck drives or walks in the forest. He likes that it's only the two of you. Nobody else to come disturb you.

B eauty - What do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them?

Lester couldn't simply pick a favourite. Each day he finds something to focus on particularly. But he loves every part of your body. In terms of personality/ character, it would be how you are so gentle, non judgemental and how you are so bubbly too.

C omfort - How would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack etc.?

Lester would definitely try to talk to you if you're feeling down. He doesn't usually take it personally if you're somebody who would prefer space first, and then to talk. But he will try to physically comfort you as well! A lot of cuddles, or he may put you in his lap and just listen to you talk! He will also wipe any tears away. He's a very sweet man. He will also be very verbal! He will comfort you with words.

D reams - How do they picture their future with their s/o?

Lester 100% dreams of marrying his partner. It's something he also knew pretty early on. He liked that you never judged him, you're kind and sweet- like he is! And you made a really good first impression with him.

Lester would want to marry you early onto the relationship. Maybe after a year or two of being together. He just has so much love to give you. He loves the idea of calling you his spouse.

E qual - Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?

It is very equal in this relationship. He isn't too dominant or too passive. He's a really good bend of both. Lester is very good at discerning when he needs to be either for you.

F ight - Would they be easy to forgive their s/o? How are they fighting?

Lester is a very forgiving man too. He never yells at you, he just gets very emotional during a disagreement. He'll forgive you if you do something to hurt him, and he will become calm again. He likes to be able to talk it through with you!

G ratitude - How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?

Extremely grateful. Lester believed he would be alone for the rest of his life. He lives in a very secluded area, and he didn't think he really had it in him to find somebody. Lester sometimes tends to have a low self esteem. It unfortunately also stems from his home life- being isolated and unseen and forgotten about. So Lester never imagined finding somebody like you. He will never let you forget how much you've changed his life. Lester is extremely aware of what you do for him. It's why he feels the need to constantly give, and sometimes overly compensate- most of it comes from a place of love and generous heart! But a small part also comes from fear that you'll leave him or not think he's enough.

H onesty - Do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything?

Lester only hid his ring from you for the engagement he planned. Other than that, he's a very honest man and he doesn't really like keeping secrets. Apart from this whole Ambrose business from the rest of the world- 💀.

I nspiration - Did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around? Like trying out new things or helped them overcome personal problems?

You and Lester both change in this relationship! Lester undoubtedly has a lot of insecurities (again, a lot stemming from his childhood and isolation). You help him become more confident and you help him feel seen. Like he isn't forgettable, and that he is a valuable person outside of his association to his brothers. You also help brighten up his usual routine, night drives, forest walks, late night conversations, showering together- any kind of quality time you can spend together. Lester helps you be more confident too. He helps you feel more sure of yourself and helps you feel more physically attractive. You both make each other feel acknowledged, cared for, special, and like you're the most important people to each other.

J ealousy - Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?

Lester gets a little bit jealous. Only because he's been in the shadow of his brothers his entire life. He feels envious of Bo's appearance and charm, and Vincent's talent and how adored he was by their parents. He may get a little bit silent or isolate himself a little bit. If you ask him about it, he will tell you what the problem is. Lester is looking for reassurance. There's a fear in the back of his mind that you might leave him or Vincent or Bo.

K iss - Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?

He is a great kisser. In the beginning he was quite shy and so his kisses always were gentle- he was always trying to be considerate for you. You two were on a walk and while you two were chatting he just leaned in and asked you if he could kiss you. Lester made the kiss short since it was your first kiss together. It was so soft and sweet.

L ove Confession - How would they confess to their s/o?

It would probably be on a really quiet day. You would've been having a regular conversation with Lester and he will tell you he needs to talk to you. He will pour out his sweet feelings for you. His undying love for you. The sound of his voice especially as he bares his soul to you- 😳. He would chuckle softly. Hoping you would respond and reciprocate his feelings.

M arriage - Do they want to get married? How do they propose? What would the marriage be like?

Yes. Marriage has always been on Lester's mind. He never thought he would be able to ever get married- he didn't think anybody would love him or even notice him :(. He would probably propose to you during a meal or during a walk. He would put his heart and soul into it. Lester would be so nervous. Marriage with Lester is literal bliss. He's so loving and affectionate. This marriage would be ever lasting as well. He'd never leave you.

N icknames - What do they call their s/o?

He calls you his soulmate too, his baby, my flower, bunny- affectionately. Honey, darlin'.

O n Cloud Nine - What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?

Lester is even more bubbly and energetic when he is in love! It is very obvious. Love brings out Lester's traits even more and emphasizes them so well. He is EVEN MORE gentle, thoughtful, kind, funny, etc. He expresses his love in any way he can. Through showing you, verbally, physically- everything. Everytime he comes home he always greets you and gives you a kiss. He also crafts things for you.

P DA - Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their s/o in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss etc. when others are watching?

Yes Lester is very upfront of his relationship! He does brag, but innocently! He just feels so lucky, truly. He isn't shy to kiss you or hug you in front of people. He won't do anything more though. He knows it particularly makes Bo uncomfortable.

Q uirk - Some random ability they have that’s beneficial in a relationship.

Lester's knack for anything to do with wildlife or trees. Hear me out- his vast knowledge of these topics just makes for interesting conversations that you two had in the beginning, that later blossomed into a relationship.

R omance - How romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliché or rather creative?

Lester is very romantic. While other people may think the way he shows his romance is unconventional in some ways, he is always showing you his romantic side. It's just so cute. He would write you a lot of notes, but he would also make you things! Like a matching bone necklace to his. Lester is a lot more creative than cliché, but it isn't to say he isn't a sucker for something cliché as well!

S upport - Are they helping their s/o achieve their goals? Do they believe in them?

Lester knowing you have goals makes him happy. He would do anything to make you happy, so if that means helping you achieve your goals? He's there all the way. He's so proud of you. He believes in you so much.

T hrill - Do they need to try out new things to spice out your relationship? Or do they prefer a certain routine?

He doesn't necessarily need to. He likes routine too. But he isn't opposed to trying new things! He's probably the most open minded in terms of introducing new things to the routine, as opposed to his brothers.

U nderstanding - How good do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?

Lester is a very empathetic person. He also isn't very judgemental. He is such a safe space. Lester knows you so well that it makes you question that he may know you better than yourself at times.

V alue - How important is the relationship to them? What is it’s worth in comparison to other things in their life?

His relationship with you means everything to him. He would ever prioritize it over his brothers if needed.

W ild Card - A random Fluff Headcanon.

Lester loves seeing you get on with his brothers and Jonesy. He loves that you accept him and love his brothers also. That you look out from them as well as his sweet Jonesy.

X OXO - Are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle?

Oh Lester adores it. He hates if he has to go without any physical affection even if it's a day. He just loves to give and receive love this way.

Y earning - How will they cope when they’re missing their partner?

He'll be okay-ish. He really hates being without you. Though Lester is a patient man, he will wait for you. But he does feel a bit love sick. The missing you and loneliness do hit him quite hard. He just tries to distract himself till you get back.

Z eal - Are they willing to go to great lenghts for the relationship? If so, what kind of?

Lester would also go to any length for you. Literally anything. His life, possibly his brothers too even. Lester would do anything to keep you safe as well.

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'SFW ABC's' for Strife pleaseeee. Loved the other two ❤️

SFW ABCs of Strife

Author's notes: I'm really sorry for the lack of writing recently; I got in a car accident a few weeks ago (everyone's fine) and I started school again a week after that so I've had my plate full 😅. But regularly scheduled posts should hopefully continue! A new piece every 2 or 3 weeks depending on my inspiration! :) also, thank you anon - your words mean the world 🤍

Warnings: angst, fluff and bad grammar cause I haven't proofread this

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Strife is clingy and overbearing, but in the best way. He will not leave you alone. He will constantly be around you, and gets upset when you aren't around. You're like his personal teddy bear, you knew this coming into the relationship so just accept him :)

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Choas. 3am McDonald's kidnappings, running around a dark forest chanting tiktok audios and hyping you up every chance he gets. He will literally hype you up so much and he means every word. You die laughing every time you're with him and he genuinely cares about you a lot.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Again, we go back to the teddy bear concept. The moment you touch the bed, he will latch onto you and won't want to let go. He loves to be the big spoon, but his weakness is occasionally being the protected, little spoon. It makes him feel so loved. He's a very light sleeper due to him sleeping around battlefields so much, so if you move he'll wake up and adjust according.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Strife is messy. He doesn't do it intentionally, he just gets so distracted and eventually gets discouraged :( he will slowly get used to it if you help him, but it takes a while. Strife is also scared to settle down, it's again not because of you but because of him. His life has been hard and long - he doesn't want to add you or any other being to that suffering no matter what. Just give him time.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

Like Death: he'd ignore you, insult you, fight with you and make you hate him. So that you think you're better off without him, which he believes. He loved you, and always will.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

When you too first got together, you would've expected him to continue his shameless flirting and pick-up lines - but he became distant; he was fighting an inner battle on whether or not he wanted this and wanted to give you this danger. You'll need to talk to him, and show you some of those feelings he's hidden behind that ✨ comedic relief ✨

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

He's usually very rough and chaotic, but knows when it's time to be quiet and listen to what you have to say or give you a gentle hug. He'll wrap you in your favourite fuzzy blankets, make you his famous hot chocolate and put on your comfort shows. When you're ready to talk, he'll listen.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Less bone-crushing than War, but more passionate than Death. Is constantly hugging and cuddling you, no matter where you are. WILL NOT CARE IF YOU GUYS ARE IN PUBLIC IN FRONT OF A CROWD HE WILL HUG YOU TO DEATH. (no pun intended)

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

This man is riddled with commitment issues - he knew what love meant to humans, and other beings even though they had different words for it. But none of this made it any easier, the opposite in fact. You had to say it first, to reassure him - to make him comfortable that these feelings were returned. He felt vulnerable and scared otherwise, but after the first time he'll say it with bold-faced pride...most the time.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Very jealous, very quickly. He isn't controlling, but he is very protective. He's had a lot of bad people threaten everything he's ever loved in his life, and one day someone might do good on that threat. He's warned you about this, and he'll protect you from anyone he thinks might hurt you - but a lot of the times he feels bad because he doesn't want to control you or make you feel like he's your only option.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Sloppy, goofy, spontaneous and full of puppy-love. He's so enamored by you and he's never been good with outward emotions, so he channels his love for you into kissing and he hopes that does the trick. This also works with the fact that he isn't great with words :)

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

He loves kids! He thinks they're very funny, and loves that they have absolutely no filter. He gets a little sad afterwards, cause they remind him of when he and his siblings were younger - those memories cause him pain, he doesn't want to remember the good of the Nephilim; so he shuts it all out.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

He's a light sleeper, but he also likes to sleep in. Combine this with the fact that he won't let you move while cuddling you, you're stuck in bed for a couple hours :') he is awake most the times you tell him you need to leave, he just pretends he's asleep and he knows you know he's awake.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Watching your guys' favourite show, playing video games or hanging around with his siblings. He likes to tire you out before bed so that you have a better sleep... and so that you don't move as much while he's snuggling you. You haven't caught onto this yet, and he doesn't know if you ever will considering he knows how much you love his night-snuggles.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Like the other four, Strife falls in line with being terrible at showing his emotions. He covers it all with humor and jokes. He doesn't want to show you his problems or fears because of multiple reasons. He doesn't want to scare you off, make you feel like it's your issue to solve, make you worry and he doesn't want to ever make you think twice about his strength. He's a warrior. He's strong. He can.. Do this?

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

It depends, in battle he's pretty calm and easy-going. When it comes to you - such as teaching you something, or showing you something - he'll also have a lot of patience. Although, sometimes he loses control. He'll get a little bit too into bashing that demon's face in with the hilt of Mercy, he'll get a bit competitive at video games but he will never shout or lose his temper with you outwardly. He might get annoyed, but he'll shelf that feeling like he does with so many other things.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

Rather forgetful, due to his nature and the fact that he's taken a few konks to the head lmao. He might forget tiny things about you, but Strife will remember the important stuff - like special dates, your emotional reaction to some things and a lot about the stuff you've taught him about humanity and life, a life worth living.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

You sat with each other on a cliff; over-looking the demon and angel infested city that had been somewhat retake by nature. He asked you what some signs and buildings were for, in order to distract you from some.. Scenes below. It worked though, you laughed together as you explained funky commercials and billboards to him while remembering what it was like before. It was the first time he heard you laugh, really laugh. His heart jumped into his throat.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

I've spoken about how he protects you, but relationships are a two way street after all! While you can't really protect Strife in battle, if you ever defend him in a verbal argument, protect him in a video game or even defend him from Death's belittling - he will melt. He's always been the protector, so being the protected feels so.. New and special to him <3

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

He tries his best. He really does. But occasionally, he'll show up with an apologetic smile and a bouquet of squashed flowers to a date. He didn't mean to accidentally sit on them while riding over, promise. He makes up for it in kisses, snuggles and massages though :D

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

He doesn't put the lid back on things, will put bread crumbs in the margarine, will leave the Playstation on all night, leaves the soap in a wet tray so it gets all soggy and he isn't the best at remembering to pick things up behind him.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Unlike Death (dumpster saga continues) he knew what a bath was before meeting you. He smells of gun smoke, whiskey and ash. Even if he's never had a drop of human alcohol, it always clings to him and his scarf.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

You ground him, make him feel real, make him feel like he doesn't always have to shove his past into a locked box - he thinks you're gorgeous, and admires your soul. It sometimes scares him how much he wouldn't feel alive without you.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

Strife will make tiktoks with you. 1000%. Whether it's an original idea, a stupid audio or a dance you wanted to try - he's your man. If it means making you laugh, he'll do it.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Someone that is too serious, posh or snobbish. If you can't step down from your high horse and have some goofy fun with him, he won't enjoy your company. This is why he dislikes so many people he's met along his travels. They're all to stuck up for his liking.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

Strife occasionally deals with nightmares, as expected, and this causes him to occasionally kick and fling his arms around in his sleep. If he ever hits you he'll feel it and wake up, followed by a lot of apology-cuddles 🥺. He also talks in his sleep, the first time he confessed his feelings to you he was actually asleep next to you in front of a fire. You didn't say anything the next day, you decided to let him believe you were the first one to confess; since he'd be massively uncomfortable otherwise.